Pueros

The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays

(Nialos version)

Chapter 1
Conspiracy

(London, England, September 1803)

"I don't know of any," replied the conspiratorial uncle, "so can you recommend one?"

"Yes," replied the solicitor, "as I know a school doctor very well. We shared lodgings at university and became, er, quite intimate. The remote educational establishment's fees are very cheap because the overheads are low, not least the staff wages. However, the employees, including my physician friend, happily accept parsimonious pay because certain perks are unrivalled!"

"What perks?" enquired the uncle.

"The boys!" the solicitor answered, whilst displaying a wicked grin.

"You see," the smiling solicitor advised, "no-one can care very much about the boys if they send them to such a distant school, whose remoteness necessitates boarding all year. There's no going home for holidays. In fact, the parents or guardians must actually hate the children to despatch them to such an establishment, and the staff are aware of this situation and so realise that they can do virtually anything with the pupils!"

"You," the solicitor suggested to the uncle, "as the young orphan's kind and caring guardian, can consequently fulfil the terms, laid down in the will of the brat's late widower father, to send his son to a public school, without spending very much. The remoteness of the place will also ensure that the child is well out of the way for the next nine years and therefore oblivious to how you invest the huge fortune that currently represents his inheritance but will undoubtedly have quietly disappeared by the time he finishes his schooling!"

"What an excellent suggestion!" remarked the uncle, who was now also grinning. The crooked solicitor, whose smile had broadened in anticipation of another large commission for his advisory services, then asked: "Do you therefore want me to arrange the boy's immediate despatch to Sodomhall School?"

"Oh, yes," responded the happy uncle.

Chapter 2
Arrival

(Northumberland, England, 2 weeks later)

The school was a large residential establishment for the sons of uncaring and parsimonious gentry or guardians who, for whatever reason, wanted the boys cheaply put out of sight and out of mind. It was located in a remote part of the desolate Northumbrian countryside for two reasons. Firstly, the property, a former stately home fallen on bad times, had been very inexpensive to buy. Secondly, the isolation, exacerbated by the awful and extremely slow road system and long-distance communications of early 19th century England, before the advent of railways, caused the pupils to be virtual prisoners. They were therefore so subject to the tyrannical authority of the staff that they could readily be subjected to virtually any kind of abuse without anyone else knowing, even if anyone else cared, which was unlikely.

Parents or guardians obviously did not care what happened to the boys, and the era did not have school inspectors or even police. There was consequently no-one to whom the children could complain about their treatment and expect results, other than being punished by the staff for being trouble- making nuisances. The pupils therefore tended to suffer in silence, with their quietly persevering attitudes exacerbated by the personal shame resulting from their experiences, which also caused them to reveal nothing about the abuses even after they eventually left the establishment.

The school consisted of a big redbrick four-storey main building, surrounded by small outhouses and large playing fields, beyond which was dense woodland and bleak moor. Local access to the establishment was via narrow winding tracks.

The school was home to almost 650 boys, aged from 10 to 18, and a staff of 30, unusually all unmarried men. None of the pupils returned home for holidays, because of the distances involved and the fact that their uncaring parents or guardians were happy not to host them.

Tom had just turned 10 years of age, and possessed straight brown hair and hazel eyes. Even the deep sadness that the boy felt at the sudden awful change in his fortunes, with the death first of his mother and then his father, could not disguise his beauty, for he had the face of an angel.

Tom had arrived at the school later than most of the other new intake of about seventy 10 year-olds, and now found himself in the headmaster's study with just one other similarly-aged newcomer, a very pretty fair-haired boy with blue eyes.

The two sides of the study were taken up with ceiling-high bookcases full of worthy tomes, whilst most of the wall behind the headmaster's huge desk comprised a large bay window, overlooking a vast grassy playing field with trees beyond. However, both of the young very pretty newcomers had shuddered when they noticed that behind them comprised the home, hanging from hooks on both sides of the central entrance door, of several paddles, straps, canes and even whips.

"Flashmember here will take you to your new dormitory, which you'll share with the other new boys in your house," the middle-aged headmaster, Dr. Strappem, announced to the two young newcomers from behind his huge wooden desk at the end of his welcoming talk. He simultaneously gestured towards the relevant 18 year-old prefect.

"He'll later show you round your new environment," Dr. Strappem continued, whilst his mind and cock judged the pair of boys before him to be the prettiest of the latest intake, "and introduce you to some of its personalities, ways and traditions." "I'm sure that you'll enjoy your 9-year stay with us," the headmaster then concluded, whilst successfully trying to restrain his lust, at least for now, "and will learn much. I also look forward to becoming more intimately acquainted with you both later. You may go!"

Addressing the prefect, Dr. Strappem added "You'll take good care of our new pretties, won't you, Flashmember?" Both newcomers were rather innocent about the world in general, and were certainly currently ignorant about the mentioned 'personalities, ways and traditions' of the school. Nevertheless, the boys took an instant dislike to the new embarrassing title awarded to them by the headmaster, and considered the smirk suddenly borne on his rather ugly face to be somewhat sinister.

Flashmember replied to Dr. Strappem's rhetorical question with a similar lecherous snigger, and escorted the two newcomers out of the room into the long bleak corridor outside, where the boys had left their luggage. "Leave your carpet-bags here," the 18 year-old prefect then commanded, "as the headmaster will look after them, for you won't be requiring the contents. Now, follow me!"

Flashmember was really looking forward to the year ahead, the last of nine that he would spend here as a pupil, although he had ambitions to stay on as part of the staff. He had finally attained the position of prefect, from which he could exact revenge for all the humiliation and abuse, both physical and sexual, that he had suffered over the previous eight years. He thought that the two exceedingly pretty 10 year-olds, whom he was currently escorting, looked as if they would make ideal material on which to start.

As well as their gorgeous faces, Flashmember particularly liked the appearance of the sweet round mounds that comprised the boys' bottoms. The delectably curvaceous covered shapes of these delicious rear features were delightfully suggested within the tight cotton breeches they wore under their under-sized felt jackets, which did not even extend down to their waists. The prefect's smile broadened when he thought of what he and others would do to those highly attractive young posteriors over the years ahead.

Flashmember escorted the two newcomers, who were very uneasy at leaving behind the carpet-bags that contained their spare clothes and other personal possessions, along a myriad of cold unwelcoming corridors and stairwells. These white- washed passageways were quiet at this time of day because most pupils were at lessons of one kind or another.

The threesome eventually came to a third-floor corridor with many doors, and passed through one. Inside was the newcomers' new dormitory, empty because the other 16 occupants were currently elsewhere.

The room was long, with a tall window at the far end and nine beds spaced evenly on either side. Each bunk possessed one pillow, clean but off-white with age, and, neatly folded on top, several similarly laundered but old blankets.

A little low narrow bedside cupboard was to the left of each bunk. The small size of these cabinets did not augur well for the amount of possessions permitted to each pupil.

Flashmember introduced the newcomers to their own beds, which were opposite each other at the very far end of the dormitory. The boys would soon find out why these particular bunks had been reserved for the late arrivals. None of their fellow pupils wanted to be adjacent to the draughty window during bad weather.

"You make your own beds every night and leave them like this every morning," Flashmember informed the newcomers. "You'll also find everything you need for your life here in your cupboards."

"Now," Flashmember continued, "please remove your clothes and put on the uniforms you'll find in your cupboards, which should fit." Resisting the strong temptation to watch the boys strip, the prefect added "I'll return in about half an hour to collect your discarded garments. Like the contents of your bags, you won't be needing them again!"

After Flashmember had subsequently left the dormitory, the disconsolate 10 year-olds both sat at the foot of their beds facing each other. Tom saw tears begin to form in his companion's eyes and so asked the other boy what was wrong.

"I want to go home," groaned the other boy, "and I want my mother and father alive again so that I can be with them in our lovely house in Hampshire. I'm now so alone!"

Tom deeply sympathised with the sentiment and replied "Well, I want similar but it can never happen. We're here, so let's make the best of it. You're also never alone if you're with a friend."

The boy then reached his right hand out towards his soulmate, into the 1-yard gap that separated the beds, and announced "I'm Tom Brown, and it's nice to meet you!" The other 10 year-old, now suddenly embarrassed by his deep sadness, wiped his tears away before extending his own arm.

"I'm Christopher West," the other boy, cheering up a little, then informed, as the pair engaged in a friendly handshake, "and it's nice to meet you too!"

"We'd better see what they want us to wear," Tom subsequently advised, and both boys stood up to look inside their respective cupboards. They then discovered that their uniforms consisted of simple buttoned grey shirts, black shorts, underpants and socks and, a rare luxury for the school, leather shoes. Each newcomer had also been allocated a bobbled cap of similar ebony hue. All of the attire had been cleaned but had also clearly been used previously.

"They look a little on the small side to me," suggested Christopher, whilst referring to the various items comprising his new uniform. "We won't know until we try them on," Tom replied. The boys then smiled at each other and began to take their jackets and footwear off.

As both boys were inherently shy, they turned away from each other when the time arrived to remove their shirts and breeches. However, neither could avoid the temptation of having quick regular sneak peeks at the other whilst doing so.

Tom and Christopher experienced tingles in their groins when the other boy's under-breeches were subsequently removed and replaced with tight and sparse black underpants. The strange sensations arose simultaneous to the 10 year-olds noticing their new friend's briefly revealed curvaceous light-pink bare bottom.

When the young duo eventually finished redressing, they looked at each other and laughed, albeit rather uneasily. The boys had seen that their shirts, shorts and underpants were all very tight and displayed their bodily contours to perfection.

The very short and tight shorts were particularly revealing, as they extended to just below the groin and were sufficiently close fitting to give prominence to the curves of the boys' buttocks and the bulge created by their genitals. As both 10 year-olds inspected each other, they secretly thought that their friend looked very exotic in his uniform and also felt the strange tingling in their groins returning.

Flashmember then re-entered and inspected the two newcomers, having them turn slowly before him so that he could feast his eyes on their sublime forms. The prefect considered them more erotic than exotic, a feeling furtively evidenced by the formation of a hidden erection within his own long trousers.

'Yes,' Flashmember thought to himself, as he again temporarily departed the dormitory, this time with the newcomers' old attire, which would be disposed of, along with their other possessions, at the next weekly market in the local village, 'I'm really going to enjoy the year ahead!'

Chapter 3
Introductions

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Firstly, the large number of boys, sent by uncaring parents or guardians, grateful to dispose of inconvenient children and to pay bargain rates in the process, had brought economies of scale.

Secondly, Dr. Strappem had obtained property to house the school that had been very cheap to buy, because of its desolate isolation and neglectful decay, and to run because he paid poor very poor remunerations, even by the standards of the time. He also employed comparatively few people for such a large and complex facility, compensating by utilising pupils to help with chores. However, the low wages had had no effect on the quality of the exclusively residential male staff, many of whom were former pupils. They had eagerly sought positions here because of the other rewards that were on offer and, in fact, the headmaster had been spoiled for choice.

Thirdly, Dr. Strappem was himself happy not to seek great profits from his enterprise, as there were plenty of non- pecuniary riches to keep him more than satisfied. Amongst these compensations was the main by-product of his policy to maintain excellent appearance, behaviour and achievement amongst his pupils. In order to achieve such standards, a strict disciplinarian regime was imposed and such an atmosphere was very much to the headmaster's tastes, especially when the prettier of his boy charges occasionally lapsed and needed appropriate chastisement.

The eighteen teaching staff, excluding the headmaster who only taught as part-time cover, comprised four Housemasters and twelve Form-masters, giving a ratio of 1 teacher to roughly every 36 pupils. The sizes of the two classes per age-group were therefore large.

The eleven ancillary employees were made up of three cooks, two caretaker/handymen, two laundrymen, two groundsmen, a clerk and a doctor, who also acted as a part-time schoolmaster for Natural Sciences. The prettiest of the pupils would only assist the minor ancillaries in their menial work as punishment because the boys were usually assigned other, rather more personal and intimate, tasks for the more important teaching staff.

Dr. Strappem's particular fetish tastes had encouraged him to introduce certain innovative customs into the school, including, despite the cost and his normal thrift, the luxury of providing the standardised uniforms for boys aged 10 to 16, which were unusual for the period. Parents or guardians would be asked for the children's measurements before they started so that appropriately sized garments could be secured in readiness for their arrival from the vast collection worn by earlier pupils, who had either outgrown them or left the establishment.

Adding to the rare expense and consideration was the fact that, with the exception of the caps and shoes, two sets of uniform were issued to every pupil so that clean attire could be worn daily, whilst the previous day's clothing was laundered. Dr. Strappem insisted on strict cleanliness, which was again rather unusual for the times in the cheaper and more obscure English public schools.

Only pupils in the 8th and 9th years, who were aged 17 and above, were excused the uniform and could wear long trousers. Consequently, younger boys were forced to wear rather short and tight shorts until they achieved such status.

Having returned from his latest errand, Flashmember advised Tom and Christopher about the daily change of uniform. The prefect informed them that, as they would be allowed to sleep only in their underpants, they should, before retiring to bed, place the rest of that day's soiled attire in the large basket, located for the purpose in their dormitory's bathroom. These wicker receptacles would be taken to the laundry the following morning by two boys, nominated by the dormleader, and they would then return with the second sets of clothing, cleaned the previous day. Meanwhile, the pupils should polish their own shoes whenever needed, as footwear had to be kept spotless.

Having just discovered the routine regarding uniform, Tom and Christopher would now soon learn about other practices, some much less agreeable, after Flashmember began to introduce them to other important customs of their new home. Firstly, the prefect told the newcomers that they should not be wearing their bobbled caps at present. They were for special occasions and should therefore be returned to their cupboards for now. Secondly, he discussed their dormitory. He suggested that the boys quickly established a rapport with the other 10 year-old residents because they were likely to be sharing this room with most of them until the year 1812. He also advised that all the pupils were responsible for the amenity's cleanliness and tidiness, under the direction of the dormleader, who had already been appointed by the Housemaster, and all the necessary tools were located underneath some of the beds. They were additionally obligated to ensure that social order amongst themselves was maintained, and there were punishments for any infractions.

Both Tom and Christopher immediately fearfully recalled the various implements of chastisement that they had seen earlier on the wall of the headmaster's study.

Flashmember continued by reiterating that Tom and Christopher were responsible for tidying their own beds every morning in the manner already displayed on the bunks of their fellow pupils. They would also be required to take their blankets and pillowcases to the laundry every Friday evening and collect washed replacements.

"I'll now show you the other locations in the school that will play an important part in your lives from now on," Flashmember next announced. The prefect now proposed to repeat the tour of the school that he had given to the other 10 year-old newcomers, who had arrived on time at the beginning of term.

"So follow me!" Flashmember commanded, and Tom and Christopher, now attired in their uniforms, complied. The threesome went through the dormitory door into the outside corridor, where the pointing prefect advised "The rooms off this passageway, and another that runs to the right at the bottom there, represent the accommodation provided for the boys of Phaeton House, which is now your own!"

"There are four Houses within the school," Flashmember informed, "and the others are named 'Adonis', 'Ganymede' and 'Narcissus', who all happened to be exceptionally beautiful boys in Greek mythology." The prefect paused to see what reaction this latter revelation caused in the newcomers, and was happy to detect a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. He recognised the former emotion from the facial blushing evident on the 10 year-olds' very pretty faces, and the latter narcissistic element from the give-away sparkle in their sensuous eyes.

"You are expected to take almost as much pride in your House as you do your School," Flashmember suggested. "Each has a complement of about 160 boys," the prefect added, "and they exist to foster healthy competition amongst us all, both in study and play."

"I too am a proud member of Phaethon," Flashmember declared, "which is why I have been assigned the task of introducing you both to your new School and House, which might be last alphabetically but which all members try to ensure is first in everything else. You will both be expected to contribute to ensuring that we attain such honour!"

"There are eight other dormitories within the House," Flashmember appraised Tom and Christopher, "one for each year. They're all similar to your own, most with between 15 and 20 boys, depending on the nature of annual intakes and later gains and losses."

"Also around the corner," Flashmember advised, "are the rooms of the Housemaster and Senior Houseboy." "Who and what is the Senior Houseboy?" interrupted Christopher.

"This year, I am," Flashmember proudly answered, " and I'm responsible, under the direction of the Housemaster, for the efficient running of Phaethon. I'm also Headboy of the School!"

Flashmember did not tell Tom and Christopher that he had obtained these posts for the next three terms because he had been one of the favourites of both the Headmaster and the Housemaster for much of the time he had been at Sodomhall. Even now, the handsome dark-haired, brown-eyed 18 year-old still occasionally served both men in a very intimate manner, despite the fact that they usually preferred younger boys for certain of their purposes.

Flashmember's face and body had maintained their lovely boyish looks, with the phenomenon helped by supplementing the daily shaving of his chin with similar attention to his armpits and genitalia. The rest of the 18 year-old's handsome torso remained naturally smooth without such attention.

"You will therefore call me 'Sir', as is custom when you address the Senior Houseboy or School Headboy," announced Flashmember. "You also," he added, "have to address the ancillary staff and other boy prefects similarly."

"There are traditionally nine prefects per House," Flashmember declared, "who are selected from the final year and help the Senior Houseboys keep an eye on a dormitory each. I'll introduce you to the one assigned to your own dorm later. Meanwhile, you will call the teaching staff 'Headmaster', 'Housemaster' or 'Form-master', depending on their positions."

"Sorry, Sir," Christopher responded respectfully in respect of his error in not addressing Flashmember appropriately, as the 10 year-old did not want to cause offence to such an obviously important older fellow pupil. "You're excused your blunder on this occasion," the 18 year-old replied, "as I anticipate them from new boys. However, you must quickly learn to eradicate such mistakes because, once you've been told something, you're expected to remember it and you won't be forgiven next time. It's one of the reasons why I, and not your Prefect, have personally taken on the task of introducing you two new boys to the school. I want you to be well versed in correct behaviour so that the traditions of Phaeton will be continued during the year that I'm head of our House!"

The threesome next entered the door directly opposite that of their dormitory. The large room inside comprised the bathroom. The big laundry basket, to which the Headboy had referred, was next to the door on the left, along with another. A further similar wicker container was on the right.

The toilet arrangements began with the left wall, which had a urinal channel at its foot. Water streamed constantly from a pipe above into this conduit, and ran away down a hole at the far end. This amenity was supplemented by a nearby long line of chamberpots, the contents of which would be emptied down the same outlet and each of which had a small clean rag inside for an obvious purpose. The cloths were placed in the second laundry basket on the left after use.

There were also four large stone baths against the right wall, with many cheap but effective non-perfumed bars of soap situated on surrounding ledges. On nearby rails were plenty of old but clean towels, which, after use, were placed in the third laundry basket.

As Flashmember was describing these facilities, he commented "I'm afraid only unheated water is provided here, for the Headmaster believes that a cold morning bath every day helps not only to cleanse a young body but also to invigorate it for the tasks ahead!" Both newcomers looked appalled and the Headboy failed to assuage any of their misery by adding "Don't worry, you'll become used to it, even at the height of winter when you might have to break the ice to step into your bath. Often far worse are the morning runs for which you'll only wear your underpants. Unless the Doctor excuses you, and you have to be dying for that to happen, or you have authority to perform other chores, the first thing you'll do when your arise at 6 o'clock will be to go on this three-mile sprint on a standard track through the surrounding woods. The Prefects from the four Houses take a week in turn to stand at different parts of route to make sure no-one cheats by taking shortcuts."

"If you want to have breakfast," Flashmember declared, "you'll need to complete the run, have your bath, dress, pass a Prefect's inspection and make the schoolhall, all by 7 o'clock. You're also expected to accomplish this achievement every day, Christmas and other holidays included, regardless of the weather. The Headmaster believes in keeping boys fit and hardy!"

Tom and Christopher remained aghast but said nothing. Flashmember recognised their horror, as he had felt the same when he had first been told these requirements eight years previously. Since then, he had made the morning run almost 3000 times, as he had rarely been excused, even after a severe beating or spending some intimate time with the Headmaster, both of which sometimes occurred simultaneously.

Flashmember remembered several times when his bottom had been so sore and bloodied that he had been forced to run without underpants, much to the amusement of others. On one of these occasions, he had had to run naked through a blizzard, although, to avoid hypothermia, the route was thankfully considerably shortened for all participants, a rare exception to the rule that the full distance had to be completed. The Headboy, whilst looking at the two newcomers, was also thinking that the 10 year-olds could now look forward to plenty of these sort of pleasures over the forthcoming years.

"There are three bathrooms like this within the House," continued Flashmember, "each shared by a trio of dormitories. Yours is also used by the 13 and 16 years olds of Phaethon. You'll notice how spotlessly clean the amenity is. It is the responsibility of the youngest age-group, namely you 10 year-olds, to keep it that way. Now let's progress to the schoolhall!"

The Headboy led the newcomers along another myriad of cold unwelcoming corridors and stairwells, still quiet at this time of day because most other pupils were at lessons of one kind or another. As they proceeded, both Tom and Christopher wondered whether they would be able to find their way back to the dormitory without a guide.

The threesome eventually arrived at the huge schoolhall, in the main body of which were 36 foldable long wooden tables, each with benches against the two longer sides. There was also a platform at the far end, with a lectern in front and a row of twenty seats just behind.

"Each dormitory has one table each," explained Flashmember. "Yours," he announced, whilst pointing to one of those nearest to the stage "is that one. You'll come here at 7 o'clock for breakfast, which is always porridge, at 12 o'clock for your midday meal, always bread and cheese, and at 6 o'clock for your evening meal, always stew. Everyone collects and returns their food and cups of water from the hatches in the left wall. Meanwhile, the staff eats in more salubrious surroundings and consumes better fare. However, we mustn't grumble for what we receive may be tasteless and monotonous but it's also filling and seemingly healthy, the diet having been devised by the school Doctor in the interests of our welfare!" The Headboy neglected to mention the additional necessity for economy and ease of preparation.

"After breakfast every day," Flashmember continued, "we have assembly. The teaching staff and the Doctor will come on stage and sit on the chairs, whilst the Headmaster gives us his daily sermon, after which we have to stand to sing some hymns and pray. Music is provided by a small organ to the left of the platform, played by one of the Housemasters. Afterwards, the Dr. Strappem invariably makes some announcements and certain events usually happen. You'll probably see some examples of these for yourselves in the morning." He added, whilst displaying a mischievous grin, "Of course that depends on whether you reach the schoolhall in time after your runs!"

Flashmember then progressed his description of school life by saying "The religious element is much longer on Sundays and other matters are usually curtailed. Excluding the Sabbath, which is reserved for private studies of one kind or another, you are expected to be at your lessons by 8 o'clock. There are two classes per age group, with Phaeton always sharing with Narcissus. Let's go to your classroom now and meet your new Form-master and fellow pupils!"

After another series of passageways and steps, the threesome found themselves in front of another door. Flashmember knocked and waited for a response.

"Enter!" shouted a rather annoyed-sounding voice and Flashmember opened the door. "Excuse, Form-master," he said, "but, on Dr. Strappem's instructions, I have brought the latest new boys to introduce them to you and the class."

Tom and Christopher now saw over thirty-five 10 year-old heads, located at individual ancient wooden desks in four rows, turn to look back at them. However, such action was not what intrigued the newcomers at first because the Form- master had a cane poised in the air, its imminent victim a young bottom bent over the teacher's desk. The sweet curvaceous shape was not covered by shorts but only by taut and skimpy high-sided underpants.

"Come in, Headboy;" invited the Form-master. The teacher then added by way of explanation, although he owed none to anyone present, "This brat failed to pay attention by looking out of the window. It's the first time that he'll feel my cane on his bottom, so I'll allow the miscreant's backside some protection from his undergarment whilst I remind him four times to remain focused on the wisdoms that I am imparting about the glories of the Latin language!"

As the arriving threesome subsequently moved down one of the three aisles between the desks, stared at by the pupils sitting at them, they could see that the soon-to-be chastised youngster's shorts were around his ankles. Whilst the trio advanced forwards, the Form-master also lowered the tip of the cane to the floor and rested the curved handle against the buttocks that the implement would soon be striking. "I'll proceed a little later," declared the rather handsome teacher, who was a fair-haired blue-eyed 27 year- old former pupil, "but you remain in position, Jones D, for this introduction won't take long."

The visibly trembling youngster reluctantly maintained his demeaning posture. Meanwhile, the Form-master observed the three boys approaching down the aisle.

The man knew the oldest arrival well, both from his own time as Headboy and prefect, when the then 10 year-old had been his allocated menial helper, or 'fag', and from his now two years as a Form-master in this sexual paradise. His tastes in boys encompassed most age ranges, as long as they were pretty and not hirsute. However, his attention was currently attracted to Flashmember's two young companions, who caused an intensification of his erection. This penile phenomenon had originally been created by excitement at his imminent infliction of the cane across his new favourite's backside. However, the adult's excitement was well-hidden under his trousers and the flowing university gown worn by all of the teaching staff.

Young and very pretty Jones D was completely unaware of his status in the Form-master's mind, as it had not yet been consummated. The blonde blue-eyed boy just thought instead that he was just being picked-on unfairly, as there had been others not paying attention in the long and very boring Latin lesson. However, his imminent chastisement was actually the start of the common carefully planned pathway that would inevitably lead to the teacher's bed, as the 10 year-old would eventually prefer to provide sexual services rather than continue to be a target for frequent public humiliation and infliction of pain. Events of the latter kind would still occur, especially as the tastes of most of the adults and prefects included such activities, but usually, as reward for his co-operation, only if he had genuinely been negligent or naughty, at least in the eyes of those with power.

The Form-master had waited patiently for the fortnight since the start of term to strike the beautiful boy, both with implementation of the previously well-practised scheme of seduction and the cane that launched it. The teacher had himself been a victim of the strategy seventeen years previously, and he was now very happy to be able to perpetuate the tradition.

The teacher had waited two weeks to allow the object of his desires to become acquainted with his new environment. He had to ensure that neither the Headmaster nor Housemaster, nor any of the more senior Form-masters, selected the boy as their first choice from the newcomers.

Selection was made according to a strict hierarchical system, with the ancillary staff coming lower down the pecking order. Employees could pick more than one favourite, but only after everyone had made their first choices, with teachers generally restricting themselves to boys within their own Houses for convenience, although transfers could be arranged if they particularly fancied an unclaimed pupil in another.

Chosen boys would become part of the small coterie, selected from previous years, who were regularly required to satisfy their particular overlord's various desires. They would serve until they became too old, or in some other way unattractive, for the men's particular tastes, when they might be passed on to others. Pupils would also often be swapped with other staff for variety and be occasionally supplemented by other non-assigned but nevertheless pretty specimens.

Sodomhall School had happily been a paradise for sadistic pederasts for many years and would continue to do so for much longer, especially as the educational establishment generated many more from the ranks of its alumni. The Form- master was a perfect example of this tendency, as would be Flashmember and his fellow prefects. The latter senior pupils had already been deliberately selected from amongst their peers for positions of authority on account of their now fully developed sexual preferences.

Amongst other privileges, prefects were permitted 'fags', which was a common practice in most English public schools of the era. These poor unfortunates were juniors who were generally required to provide menial services. Their duties usually included such activities as the tidying of the seniors pupils' rooms, making their beds, organisation of their laundry, polishing of their shoes and maintenance of their coal fires. However, at Sodomhall School, the youngster's chores were much more comprehensive.

Flashmember was presently pleased that he had patiently deferred his personal choice of new fag until the belated appearance of Brown and West, despite the temptations provided by the many other very beautiful boys within the latest House intake. In the Headboy's opinion, the latest arrivals were even lovelier.

Flashmember had temporarily satisfied himself instead with a pretty 11 years old, now well-versed in the full range of fagging duties, as he had been the previous Headboy's selection. However, the new most senior pupil preferred even fresher young boys and was an instant admirer of Brown and West.

Flashmember appreciated that adults were bound to appropriate the two latest newcomers, one possibly by the Headmaster himself, as he had recognised the man's lecherous attraction to them. However, such a selection did not necessarily matter too much.

Employee favourites were still allowed to be fags, as long as priority was given to the needs of the staff rather than prefects, including acceptance that taking away the virginity of boys was exclusively the reserve of the adults. Flashmember even hoped that Dr. Strappem would be kind enough to permit him, in return for past and present services, two fags, and that the chosen duo would subsequently meekly acquiesce to including three-in-a-bed within their range of duties.

As Flashmember contemplated his aspirations, the Form-master had given himself over to similar thoughts, especially when his eyes drifted slowly downwards, from the two gorgeous faces of the newcomers to the little bulges at the front of their tight shorts. Nevertheless, as the arriving threesome reached the head of the class, the teacher somehow composed himself, informed the new boys that he was Mr. Younglove and asked them for their own names.

The new boys nervously replied "Brown, Form-master" and "West, Form-master", respectively remembering Flashmember's earlier instruction about how to address staff. "Welcome to form 1b," Younglove responded pleasantly before commanding "Now, turn round so that the rest of the class can see you!" However, the teacher's main underlying motivation for this order was that he wanted to inspect the newcomers' rears.

"Boys," Younglove subsequently commanded of the wider class, as he feasted his eyes on the back of the tight shorts of Tom and Christopher, which nicely highlighted the delectable curvature of their bottoms, "you may tell our new friends what you are called and what House you're from." The 35 young heads concerned then disclosed in practised alphabetical order their own surnames and their affiliation to either Narcissus or Phaeton House.

Both newcomers noticed that there were several Smiths, pairs of Davieses, Mercers and Wrights and another Brown and Jones. These particular boys had also appended their initials to the declaration of their names to avoid confusion.

Meanwhile, Younglove's cock was pressing uncomfortably against the confines of his underwear, as he gazed at the magnificent curves of the newcomer's bottoms, clearly perceived through their tight shorts. The Form-master eventually had to cough to clear his throat, and wipe some sweat from his brow, before continuing the introductions.

"This miscreant is Jones D," Younglove informed Tom and Christopher, who, as a result, turned again to view the relevant pupil, whose own delicious backside was about to be hurt. "After I have beaten him," the Form-master continued, "I shall require him to stand in the corner for the rest of the lesson. He will subsequently stay behind, whilst I test him on what he's learnt. Each wrong answer will be punished by another stroke of the cane. I hope that you new boys will learn from his example when you start in class tomorrow. I look forward to seeing you then but meanwhile the rest of us must press on with the lesson, which currently involves the declension of the Latin word 'puer'!"

Younglove signalled to his former boy favourite, Flashmember, that he and the two newcomers were now to go. The teacher's penis was craving to press-on with the chastisement of Jones D. His desperation stemmed partly from frustration at recognising the likelihood that both Brown and West were bound to be destined for the beds of more senior staff, although he knew that the Phaethon Housemaster, who preferred older pupils, would not yet be one of the candidates.

Younglove was therefore compelled to content himself instead with other pleasurable concepts. The latter thoughts included the imminent chastisement of Jones D and reminiscence of the little group of boys from other years that were presently servicing his needs, plus the forthcoming delights of breaking any resistance that the latest young victim of his cane might have in joining them. The Form-master also contemplated securing opportunities sometime in future to swap some of his current catamite collection at least temporarily for both newcomers.

Once Tom, Christopher and Flashmember had exited the classroom, they heard the unbroken angelic voices of thirty- five 10 year-olds begin to decline the Latin word referred to by Younglove. "Puer, puer, puerum, pueri, puero, puero," were rhythmically chanted before attention was paid to the plurals of "pueri, pueri, pueros, puerorum, pueris, pueris." Simultaneously the trio detected the noise of cane striking flesh, which was very familiar to the Headboy but previously unknown to his now concerned and scared young companions.

This hitting sound was immediately followed by a loud scream and eventually by three more combinations of these two noises, as Tom, Christopher and Flashmember ventured away down the corridor outside the classroom. The Headboy smiled but said nothing when he saw the consternation consequently displayed in the sensuous eyes of the two new boys.

Flashmember now led Tom and Christopher to another large hall, which he called the 'gymnasium'. "This is where you will exercise for an hour every other day except Sundays," declared the Headboy, "and for which activity you'll find some white shorts in your wardrobes to wear."

As Flashmember opened one of the entrance double-doors, Tom and Christopher saw about forty boys, all aged about 14 and dressed only in tight short shorts, engaged in various hectic activities. Some were climbing ropes suspended from the roof, whereas others were ascending and descending wide vertical wooden ladders attached to the walls. Some were jumping in various ways over wooden horses and others were wrestling with each other on mats. Some were simply racing each other around the hall, and there were also alternative activities taking place that the newcomers did not immediately recognise but would later learn to perform.

"I told you that the Headmaster likes the pupils to keep fit," Flashmember reminded Tom and Christopher, "and so on the alternate days when you don't attend the gymnasium, you'll be exercising on the playing fields for a couple of hours, regardless of weather. However, you may be permitted to wear a little more clothing if conditions are very bad."

"There's a bathroom," Flashmember advised, "similar to the one you've already seen, albeit much larger, through a door on the far side of the gymnasium, where boys are required to wash and change after exercise. A similar amenity is provided in an out-building for the outdoor activities. Again alas, there's only cold water and no heating provided in both!"

Flashmember noticed the clear return of the newcomers' consternation with this latest revelation. However, the Headboy just smirked in response and informatively continued "The word 'gymnasium' comes from ancient Greece and sometimes the exercises both in the hall and outside are conducted, for a certain group of elite boys, as they were in the originals."

"What do you mean, Sir?" Tom politely enquired. "You'll find out soon enough!" was the mysterious reply.

"Right, where to now?" Flashmember subsequently asked of himself before providing his own answer with "The Doctor's rooms are nearby but he's conducting a Natural Sciences class for form 3a and, as you two will be busy tonight, he's set aside time for your health checks tomorrow. Instead, we'll go to see the Housemaster, who's with 8b."

"What are we to be busy doing tonight, Sir?" Tom again politely enquired. Christopher also asked "And what does a health check involve, Sir?" However, as they walked along another corridor, the two boys both just received the same mysterious answer as previously, namely "You'll find out soon enough!"

Tom then experienced a shiver when Flashmember added "By the way, Brown T, I understand that the good Doctor is a friend of a friend of your guardian." The boy knew that his uncle hated him, which was presumably the reason for him being despatched to this distant scholastic nightmare for the next nine years, and the loathing had become mutual. The thought that his horrible relative knew someone amongst the staff here deeply concerned him.

Flashmember eventually led Tom and Christopher to yet another door and again the Headboy knocked. A stern voice on the other side then advised "You may come in!"

Flashmember opened the door and Tom and Christopher were subsequently amazed at the sight that was now revealed. Two of the thirty-six 17 years olds within were with their teacher at the front of the class, facing towards the other pupils and completely naked.

The naked 17 year-olds were both very handsome and, with the exception of that on their heads, were completely without hair. They were standing with legs apart and hands behind backs, and also sported full erections. Young innocent Tom and Christopher were stunned, as they had never previously seen such a startling spectacle.

"I've been expecting you, Headboy," announced the Housemaster. Referring to Tom and Christopher, he subsequently suggested "These must be the two newcomers to Phaethon!"

"Bring them forward, Headboy," the Housemaster then instructed, "so that I may say hello to them in the proper manner." Consequently, as when with form 1b, the pair of newcomers were led by Flashmember down one of the aisles between the four rows of desks, whilst being rather intrigued by what was on display next to the teacher in charge of the class. They were also oblivious to the fact that 37 fresh pairs of eyes were feasting on their delicious features, including the clearly humiliated nudes, whose penile hardness intensified as a result.

"We're discussing reproduction in male mammals," declared the Housemaster to the arriving trio, "and I have volunteered these two miscreants, who decided to talk in class without permission, to provide specimens of semen, which of course is essential to the process. The new boys here can help with the experiment. What are your names?"

Tom and Christopher, with no understanding of what the Housemaster meant about reproduction or semen, replied sheepishly but in the correct manner. "Welcome Brown T and West," the teacher responded, whilst carefully appraising the physiques of the newcomers and deciding that they would make splendid additions to his own little boy harem in a few years, as they were currently a little young for his particular tastes.

"Well, Brown T," the Housemaster next instructed, "you take the youth on the left and West the one on the right. I presume that you both know what a penis is?" The two 10 year-olds replied wordlessly by instantly blushing, whilst the rest of the class, except the pair of nudes, audibly chortled, knowing that, in these circumstances, their teacher, who was clearly intent on shaming his two favourites for some reason, would allow such a demonstration of personal amusement.

The Housemaster, noticing the abashment of Tom and Christopher, answered his own question for the embarrassed pair by suggesting "Of course you do. However, you probably won't know what semen is. Well, you're both going to produce some now!"

The Housemaster then gave Tom and Christopher a small bowl each. The teacher next instructed "Hold these at the front of the miscreants' penises with one hand and, whilst standing at their sides so everyone can see, use the other to stroke their rigid members up and down between your thumb and forefinger."

Despite their abashment, fear of the consequences of displaying reluctance quickly spurred Tom and Christopher to comply with the Housemaster's strange instructions. The teacher subsequently simultaneously commented to the pair of newcomers, in relation to cocks that were 7 years older than theirs, "Notice how hard, throbbing and verging on the vertical these particular penises are. This is because the boys are sexually aroused. In nature, this usually happens when the male is in the vicinity of a female. I'm therefore unsure why this has happened to these particular masculine human specimens."

Local giggling increased in volume with this remark from the Housemaster, who next commanded of Tom and Christopher, whilst seemingly interested only in the science of the activity, "Carry on with your action until the resultant outburst of product, which I want you to collect in your bowls, finally stops. It shouldn't take long to show you what semen is or how it can be harvested!"

The Housemaster was proved right in his assumption because the already shamefully excited older pupils soon orgasmed, as a result of the manual attentions of two beautiful 10 year-olds. They then spurted copious amounts of white fluid, mainly into the waiting bowls, which Tom and Christopher had to manoeuvre carefully in order to prevent the bulk of the spraying ejaculate from falling to the wooden floorboards below.

Tom and Christopher were initially shocked at the result of their manual ministrations to the cocks of the two older boys, as they had originally innocently thought that penises were only used for urinating, although they had wondered why, in certain circumstances, their own had occasionally recently become tingly and hard. Meanwhile, the rest of the pupils in the form, including Flashmember, just laughed merrily.

"Thank you, Brown T and West," the Housemaster subsequently said, before requesting Flashmember to "Look after the lovelies, Headboy, as I'm sure that they will both be of service to me again in future!" Tom and Christopher again experienced discomfort at the use of the same word to describe them as previously utilised by Dr. Strappem. However, they remained oblivious for now as to the wider implications behind the full phraseology in the teacher's sentence, although the older pupils present fully appreciated them and consequently, with the exception of the now post-orgasmic nudes, tittered.

Flashmember also knew that the Housemaster's sentence additionally meant that he, Tom and Christopher were being dismissed. The Headboy therefore departed with the two newcomers, who had handed their bowls of semen over to the Housemaster.

"Now, let us see how long it takes for these particular examples of masculinity to re-perform their reproductive duties," were the final words heard from the Housemaster, as the trio left the classroom. Flashmember had already asked the teacher the time before departing and, after glancing at his pocket-watch, the man had replied "Forty-five minutes after four."

"There's time for a quick look at the quadrangle before returning you to your dormitory," Flashmember next announced to Tom and Christopher, "to where your Form-master has kindly agreed to release his class early so that you can acquaint yourselves with your new room-mates for an hour before evening meal."

Another walk along a mystifying myriad of corridors and stairwells subsequently brought Tom and Christopher to the aforementioned quadrangle, which was a large courtyard at the centre of the main building. The area was mainly grassed but had a path running around the perimeter and another two running cross-like across the middle. However, the objects located at the centre most intrigued, as well as perplexed and worried, the two new boys.

Situated in the centre of the quadrangle were four sets of adjustable stocks. Flashmember now relished the explanation of the presence of this sinister furniture.

"You will have observed," Flashmember advised Tom and Christopher, "the chastisement that your Form-master and Housemaster were rightfully giving to those who had been naughty. Well, punishments for misbehaviour can take many forms within the school, depending on the mood of the staff or prefects, who first become aware of such misconduct, and the seriousness of offences."

"Chastisement can be private or public," Flashmember continued, "and the severity variable. Someone who is placed in these stocks has usually been very bad and their deserved castigation can be observed by most of the inhabitants of the school from the windows of the many dormitories and staff-rooms above. Meanwhile, many of those housed in other quarters often instead invade the quadrangle for a close-up view"

"Now, I'll appraise you of two facts before I take you back to your dormitory," Flashmember then advised the suddenly appalled and fearful Tom and Christopher. "Firstly, your dormleader," the Headboy announced, "likes obedience from his peers. So be prepared! Secondly, it has been the custom of this school for many years that new boys are formally initiated, which is a tradition that the Headmaster encourages!"

"The ritual," Flashmember informed, "is in two parts. In the first, new boys race around the perimeter of this quad, with most of the school watching, and the one who runs last is placed in one of the stocks for the caning of his bottom. He receives the same number of strokes as the years he has lived, with the Headboy given the honour of inflicting the blows. You pair of latecomers missed the initiation of the sixty-two 10 year-old pupils, who joined us two weeks ago, so you'll just have to compete against each other to avoid this humiliation!"

Tom and Christopher were not only crestfallen but also speechless on hearing of this requirement. Their mental anguish was subsequently exacerbated on being appraised about the nature of the second part of their impending initiation.

The smirking Flashmember continued "Second, you have to spend your initial night here, namely tonight until dawn, in the nearby woods!" The unhappiness of Tom and Christopher was then further substantially increased by the Headboy's next disturbing statement.

"It is also required," Flashmember happily concluded, "that, throughout both parts of the initiation process, initiates remain naked!"

Chapter 4
Initiations

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

At the forefront of the group stood a pretty boy, with straight black hair and dark brown eyes, who was significantly taller than the rest. Flashmember introduced the newcomers to this 10 year-old by announcing "This is the dormleader, and he's called Morton."

"Morton," Flashmember then introduced, "this is Brown T and West." Three 'Helloes' were subsequently quietly uttered from three lovely rosy sets of 10 year-old lips.

"I'll let Morton make the other introductions," declared the still grinning Flashmember to Tom and Christopher, "and I'll leave whilst you become acquainted with the other members of your dormitory. However, I'll look forward to seeing you both in the schoolhall in an hour's time for our evening meal, and of course later for your initiations!"

Flashmember then left joyously, as he was really looking forward to seeing the two new boys in the nude later and caning the one who lost the race round the quadrangle. Meanwhile, he would spend part of the next hour enjoying his current fag's rectum, as the 11 year-old would as usual have been released an hour prematurely from class in order to attend to the Headboy's early evening needs.

"Well," Morton asked rhetorically, after Flashmember had left and as he came closer to Tom and Christopher with an evil look now on his face, "what have we here? Two ugly little brats by the look of it! Now, you two new snots, let's make things clear. I run this dorm as I see fit and what I command must be obeyed! Understand?" He then prodded both boys on the chest to reinforce his point.

Tom recognised a bully when he saw one and also recognised that this was an early defining moment in his life at Sodomhall School. If he and Christopher allowed the taller boy to cower them now, they, presumably like the other members of their dormitory, would signal that were accepting his bullying authority.

Tom therefore bravely returned Morton's push, but with more force, and announced "I understand your message but I don't agree that what you command should necessarily be obeyed!" The suddenly furious dormleader immediately lunged at the smaller impertinent newcomer, who was clearly challenging his authority, and soon both boys were wrestling with each other on the ground, with the bigger soon beginning to gain the ascendancy. Christopher then decided that he had to intervene to help his friend but, before he could do so, the door opened.

"What's the commotion?" asked an 18 year-old. The fight stopped and the two now dishevelled young combatants regained their feet. Morton answered the arriving Prefect by then replying "Just a misunderstanding between me and one of the new boys, Sir."

"You've been fighting," commented the Prefect, perceptively quickly seeing through Morton's attempt to disguise the recent hectic activity within the dormitory, "and you know that I'll have to report that to the Headboy. I'm particularly disappointed in you, dormleader, as I expect better behaviour from someone in your position!"

The 18 year-old, responsible for supervising this particular dormitory, then paused, whilst he carefully appraised the delicious forms of the young pair, who were clearly the latest arrivals, before continuing "So, these are the two new boys. I'm Cox, the prefect for this dorm. Introduce yourselves!"

Tom and Christopher complied. Cox retorted "It looks as if I'm going to have my hands full with you in particular, Brown T, caught fighting and so probably earning yourself a thrashing on your first day. I therefore hope that the beating you now deserve will encourage you to behave in future!"

Cox subsequently began to depart the dormitory but, before he left, he added with a smirk "I look forward to seeing you two new boys later, or should I say two nude boys?" The door then closed to the sound of laughter from the Prefect. Tom and Christopher both blushed in response.

Tom turned back towards Morton. He expected the bully now to try to claim supremacy over him in another quieter way rather than return to the obviously dangerous pastime of brawling, possibly with the help of cronies amongst the other members of the dormitory. However, he was now faced by a taller boy whose expression had significantly changed, as his brown eyes now displayed esteem.

"Well, we're both in for it," Morton remarked sadly, "as the Headboy's bound to punish us for fighting but I hope there's no hard feelings between us. I'm truly sorry to have started out with you on the wrong foot but I feel that I need to gain the respect of the others in order to do my job properly." He then held out his right hand to both Tom and Christopher and requested "Please call me Jonathan!"

As Tom subsequently shook Jonathan's hand, the newcomer remarked "There's other ways apart from bullying to gain respect." "I recognise that now," the dormleader replied, whilst still maintaining the look of esteem in his eyes, "because you've just proved your point by bravely standing up to me, even though you probably knew that I'd win any fight between us!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident of the outcome of any fight between us," Tom responded. However, the clearly mischievous nature of the lovely disarming smile now displayed on his very pretty face clearly indicated to Jonathan that the newcomer was joking. The dormleader therefore stopped shaking the hand of his fellow 10 year-old and gently squeezed it instead, which both recognised as a gesture of respect and liking.

Having shaken the hands of Tom and Christopher, Jonathan proceeded to introduce his new friends to the other thirteen 10 year-old members of their dormitory. The dormleader then sat next to the new boys on one of their beds and chatted amicably with them.

The sixteen members of the dormitory later set off as a group to consume their evening meal in the schoolhall. However, Tom and Christopher, suddenly remembering the initiation rituals to come, had little appetite and gave most of their tasteless stew away to others.

The group eventually returned to their dormitory just as the school clock, which was on the roof of the main building, directly above the principal entrance, was chiming 7 o'clock. Jonathan then informed, with genuine reluctance, "I'm sorry to have to say this but Flashmember's instructed me to ready you for your initiation. You're both to toilet and have a bath before redressing in your white gymnasium shorts, which you'll find in your wardrobes."

"I know that the initiation rituals aren't a pleasant school tradition for those participating," Jonathan added, "but we've all been through it. I'm also sorry that you're not to be as lucky as we were. There were over 60 boys in our race and I'm glad to say that none of us came last. A poor lad from Adonis house, who had tripped, did that. He's small and only looks about 8 years old. Nevertheless, Flashmember didn't spare the cane on his bum afterwards."

"I don't want to worry you," Jonathan concluded, "but, at the same time, I think that you should be prepared, as one of you will suffer likewise tonight!" Tom and Christopher looked at each other with deep dismay, as they fully realised that the victory of one would entail the caning of his friend.

Tom and Christopher then reluctantly agreed that they would both go all out to win, so that it was genuine running ability that avoided the cane and the slower of them on the day would have to suffer. They next went with Jonathan to the dormitory's bathroom, which was empty at this time of day, taking their gymnasium shorts with them.

Jonathan, after inserting a plug and turning a tap to start filling one of the baths, instructed "Place your clothes in the laundry basket, for you won't be needing them again today, then toilet and wash. Do so thoroughly because you'll be beaten if your cleanliness doesn't satisfy the Headboy. I'm sorry about the cold water. It's horrible to bathe in and I don't think that any of us will ever become accustomed to it but it's one of the many unpleasantnesses we're all going to have to put up with here. After you've dried, put your shorts on and return to the dorm."

"Don't worry about the shorts being rather tight," Jonathan suggested, "as they all are and, anyway, you won't be wearing them for long." This latter comment was, of course, of no comfort whatsoever to Tom and Christopher.

"Try not to spend too much time, Jonathan requested in conclusion, "because I'm to deliver you to the quad by 8 o'clock or else the punishment I'm now due from the Headboy could become worse. See you later!"

Jonathan left the new boys to perform their toilet and ablutions. Tom and Christopher looked at each other with initial abashment until the former suggested "Look, it's obvious that we're going to see each other naked very often, so we'll have to learn not to be shy of undressing in front of each other and we might as well start now!" He then began to strip in front of his new friend, who quickly started to reciprocate the action.

Tom was soon reduced to just his underpants and he waited for Christopher to reach the same situation. "Together!" he then recommended and both boys, overcoming their shyness, immediately pulled their last cover down to their ankles. Two little erections popped into view and both boys giggled at the sight, with their embarrassment somehow rapidly receding at viewing the mutual nature of the strange phenomena.

Tom and Christopher, swiftly becoming accustomed to their mutual nudity in front of each other, next both used the urinal but did not need the chamberpots, as they had eaten little in days because of their trepidation at coming to their new school in faraway and remote Northumberland. The two boys then stepped into the relevant bath, where the cold water was now about a foot deep.

The boys immediately developed goosepimples all over their delectable bodies, through the chill now surrounding their lower legs, but their little cocks remained resolutely hard. Tom turned the tap off and suggested "I think that we should wash each other's backs to ensure thorough cleanliness and avoid giving the Headboy cause for complaint during his later inspection." Christopher replied, in a noticeably eager tone, "That's a good idea!"

"Let's get this bath over with then," continued Tom, "or we'll die of hypothermia standing here!" The boy then bravely sat down in the chilly water.

Christopher briefly hesitated to follow his friend's courageous example for two reasons. Firstly, he puzzled over what the word 'hypothermia' meant. Secondly, he saw that Tom was now shivering, as he sat in the chilly water.

Christopher satisfied his curiosity over the word 'hypothermia' by asking his friend what the term meant. "I'm sorry," Tom apologised in reply, "as I shouldn't be so pedantic!" However, he was rewarded by the sight of increased puzzlement in his fellow 10 year-old's eyes.

"I'm sorry again," Tom, understanding the problem, therefore continued in a rather mature manner for his tender years, which highlighted his natural intelligence, "as I'm being pedantic by using the term 'pedantic', which in this sense means 'too wordy'. Meanwhile, 'hypothermia' is a dangerous loss of body warmth that could ultimately result in death."

"The word is newly in use amongst medical practitioners," the still shivering Tom added sagely, as he intrepidly began to wash himself in the cold water, "and derives from the Greek terms 'hypo-' and 'thermia', which respectively mean 'below' and 'heat'." "How do you know all this?" Christopher next enquired, intrigued at his friend's amazing etymological knowledge.

"I learnt .such words .from my .clever father," Tom answered, with a hint of both pride and sadness, caused by sudden remembrance of his lost loving parents, and whilst his teeth started to chatter because of the chill. He then appraised Christopher of the man's profession before enticing his friend in adversity to sit next to him in the cold water.

Tom did so by successfully challenging his similarly naked friend to "Now come on, scaredy cat, sit down!" The implied but joking criticism of his own courage caused Christopher to lay his lustrous bottom onto the stone floor of the large bath, under about a foot of chilly water.

Tom and Christopher then obeyed Jonathan's advice and comprehensively cleansed themselves in the cold liquid, although both boys momentarily seemed to forget the chill when the backs of their bodies were being washed by their companion. They stood for this assignment to be accomplished and both young penises became even more rigid and tingly as the ministrations proceeded, particularly when attention was applied to the lovely curvature of their buttocks.

The bodily cleansing was eventually finished and Tom and Christopher stepped out of the bath to towel and warm themselves. Both boys then encountered early difficulty in putting their tight short shorts on, especially as they were still sporting little erections. However, they finally managed to complete the task, with their strange penile hardness clearly evident by the small but noticeable bulges now visible at the front of their sole attire.

Tom and Christopher then checked each other's bodies to make sure that their appearance should pass the Headboy's physical examination. As the boys proceeded with their own inspections, they both experienced increased tingling in their groins, especially when their eyes feasted on the front and back of their new friend's tight shorts.

Tom and Christopher subsequently diplomatically waited for a few minutes afterwards to try to let their penile hardness, clearly outlined under their shorts, to subside so that they could return to their dorm with the minimum of embarrassment. However, both boys somehow could not achieve the feat. Even thinking of the shame and possible pain to come strangely did not help but instead apparently only increased the literal size of their problem.

In the end, Tom and Christopher, aware of the passage of time and Jonathan's need to deliver them to the quad by 8 o'clock, gave up their wait and returned to the dormitory in the hope that no-one would notice their embarrassing penile predicament. However, the dormleader's subsequent smile and tease that "You seemed to have enjoyed your baths", along with the chortles of the other thirteen boys present, quickly showed how vain their hope had been.

The school clock then chimed the three-quarter hour and Jonathan declared "Time to go!" The full complement of sixteen boys therefore set off, as their dormitory was one of those that did not overlook the quadrangle.

When the very nervous and apprehensive Tom and Christopher, escorted by Jonathan and accompanied by the other members of their dormitory, later emerged into the autumnal twilight, they were amazed at how many boys were peering down at them from the candlelit windows above. A number of men were also taking in the view, including the Headmaster, Housemaster and Form-master, to whom the two newcomers had been introduced earlier.

Many pupils, whose dormitories did not have the benefit of overlooking the quadrangle, were also crowding the edges of the grass surrounding the rectangular path that formed the initiation racetrack. They would later excitedly encircle the central stocks to observe the caning of the naked loser of the imminent run.

Tom and Christopher now both shivered, but not because of any autumnal nightly chill, as the evening was still quite warm. The boys' bodily quivering was instead caused by the sight of Flashmember, who was standing by the central stocks and holding a long cane in his right hand.

Jonathan led Tom and Christopher through the crowds of excited fellow pupils towards Flashmember, whose mouth suddenly dried when he saw the approaching pair of young angels, attired only in skimpy tight shorts. The Headboy was enthralled by the immaculacy of the young newcomers' now revealed lithe upper bodies and legs, and this feeling was then considerably intensified by perceiving the clearly defined evidence of their guilty arousal. However, the increasingly excited 18 year-old, now with his own rampant erection hidden within his trousers, somehow managed to compose himself sufficiently to say "Welcome, Brown T and West to the first part of your initiation into life at Sodomhall School!"

"Now let me check that you've prepared yourself properly for the ritual," Flashmember continued. The Headboy then instructed Tom and Christopher to turn slowly round individually in front of him so that he could examine the appropriateness of their grooming. The consequent intensification of his hidden penile hardness was testament that he was more than happy with what he was inspecting, as was his comment in respect of each boy's appearance of "Fine!"

Flashmember, again somehow overcoming throat dryness, next went on to explain the race rules. "You are," he announced, "to start in the north-west corner of the quad and, at my signal, are to run clockwise around the surrounding path. Anyone who steps onto the grass will automatically lose. The first to return to the starting point will be the winner. If the race is very close, I reserve the right to use my own judgement in declaring the victor. The loser will be placed in the stocks to receive ten hits from this cane across his bottom. If I decide that a tie has occurred, you will both receive five strokes." Tom and Christopher immediately looked at each other and recognised each other's mutual thoughts.

"Any questions?" asked Flashmember. "No, Sir," the nervous new boys answered in reply.

"Good!" responded Flashmember. "Now remove your shorts, give them to Morton and assume your starting positions," the Headboy then commanded.

In response, Tom and Christopher slowly and reluctantly moved their hands to the sides of their skimpy shorts but both subsequently hesitated to proceed any further, being acutely aware of the many eyes watching them. "Hurry up!" Flashmember therefore felt compelled to order impatiently, "as we haven't got all night and you've got nothing underneath your clothing that any of us haven't seen before!"

Tom glanced again at Christopher, smiled in attempted reassurance and once more mouthed "Together!" but silently this time. Consequently, both blushing boys pushed downwards on the sides of their shorts, which slowly slid down their loins to a cacophony of ribald shouts and whistles from above and around. When their little erections popped into view, a couple of the watching men, alone at their windows above and with their own hard cocks in their hands, immediately orgasmed.

The now naked Tom and Christopher handed their shorts to Jonathan and then covered their penile embarrassment with their hands. However, Flashmember did not mind this continued display of shyness, as he knew that the young nudes would be unable to maintain their manual covering when running.

Whilst keeping their hands carefully in place, Tom and Christopher subsequently walked gingerly across the grass, through the nearby raucous crowd of fellow pupils, to the required starting position, where a white line had been painted across the path just after the corner. Flashmember followed the naked boys, his penile hardness further intensifying at the close view he now had of the lustrous virginal posteriors of the two 10 year-olds.

"I shall hold the cane in the air," Flashmember advised Tom and Christopher, after the boys had reached their initial destination and above the noisy clamour emitted by other mouths, "and, when I bring it down again, the race can start." The Headboy then raised the cruel implement, which had tasted the bottoms of many pupils over the years, and commanded "Ready!"

Flashmember was happy to observe that both Tom and Christopher were now compelled to remove the protection afforded by their hands to their little erections whilst assuming their starting postures. "Steady!" the Headboy next instructed and subsequently paused for a moment, whilst his lecherous eyes feasted on the magnificent scene.

Flashmember excitedly noticed that both sets of exposed smooth genitalia were beautifully proportioned, with lovely small rotund scrotums dangling under horizontal little penises. However, aware of the many other eyes focusing on the setting from the continued noisy clamour, and undoubtedly impatient for action, the Headboy eventually brought his delicious observance reluctantly to an end by bringing his cane down and ordering "Go!"

The boys were both naturally fast runners and they sprinted round the quadrangle with estimable speed for ones so young to raucous shouts and cheers. The 10 year-old nudes were soon on the home straight, with Tom slightly ahead. However, as the winning line approached, he deliberately slowed a little to let his friend catch up and they were inseparable when they finally crossed their objective to resounding uproar from above and around. Flashmember was then delighted to declare a dead-heat, as he could now cane two young bottoms, albeit with only five strokes each.

Flashmember subsequently commanded the now frightened Tom and Christopher to approach the stocks and swung up the tops of the two smallest on their hinges. He then told the boys to place their heads and wrists in the relevant three semicircles on the lower parts of the wooden contraptions.

In order to comply, Tom and Christopher reluctantly moved their arms up and away from their still excited genitals, to where their hands had just quickly returned to afford manual cover again to their continued penile embarrassment. When the boys subsequently finally attained the required degrading stance, Flashmember lowered the tops of the stocks and locked them in place, to accompanying laughter from above and around.

Tom and Christopher now found that their heads and hands were securely encased in their stocks, the height of which ensured that the boys were bent over at the waist, with their bare bottoms thereby presented perfectly for their imminent caning. Flashmember then produced some ropes from his pockets in order to tie the ankles of the young initiates to metal rings embedded in the wooden bases of the sinister structures, so that their lithe legs were splayed about three feet apart.

"Right," Flashmember next wondered aloud, "who should I start with? I know, I'll alternate but you'll have the honour of the first blow, Brown T, because you're first alphabetically." The Headboy subsequently assumed the position necessary to inflict this initial strike and tormented the scared newcomer by rubbing his cane gently up and down the boy's sublime bottom, causing the 10 year-old's still hard penis to quiver visibly.

Flashmember laughed at the sight of the young cock's reaction before finally removing the cane from the smooth lustrous and curvaceous flesh of Tom's buttocks to a position above the Headboy's head. Although the 18 year-old had only recently been at the delivery end of this process, as opposed to the receiving end, he had, with relish, become rapidly proficient at inflicting this particular kind of punishment.

"Ready steady go!" Flashmember subsequently repeated teasingly, with slow deliberation before landing the first

vicious blow across Tom's previously unchastised posterior to renewed cheering from above and around and a loud scream from the young victim. As a nasty red stripe began to form across the middle of the boy's previously immaculate and unblemished bottom, the watching Headmaster climaxed in his rooms on the first floor of the main school building.

"That was the first blow of the first of many beatings that you'll undoubtedly receive in this school over the next nine years, Brown T," Flashmember cruelly but probably correctly observed before moving to take up position behind the petrified Christopher. The Headboy subsequently practised the same teasing commencement ritual on the second newcomer as he had on the first before finally delivering the same anguishing result.

Flashmember then inflicted the rest of the harsh punishment on the now sobbing Tom and Christopher, being rewarded with an loud agonised shriek every time that cane hit vulnerable young flesh to create a vivid red stripe, which subsequently invariably gradually darkened. The Headboy proceeded with slow deliberation, as he wanted both of his victims to appreciate fully every blow, as well as to mark both lovely bottoms with a neat pattern comprising five horizontal parallel scarlet stripes.

As Flashmember accomplished both of his aims to continued accompanying cheering, he was happy to observe that both Tom and Christopher appeared to be enjoying themselves as much as he was, for their little erections seemed to become slowly bigger and more vertical throughout the painful process. However, the Headboy fully appreciated that the boys were not really relishing their caning and that penile hardness of victims was a common phenomenon during beatings, one from which he too had suffered and which had even sometimes caused him incongruously to orgasm.

When Flashmember finally finished, he gave his cane to Morton and ran his fingers over his handiwork, feeling the heat now present along the horizontal scarlet stripes that he had created across two lovely sets of young buttocks. "Good!" he commented to himself before announcing to the tearful and currently quietly groaning Tom and Christopher "I'll now leave you both so that you can calm down after your excitement. I'll be back at 10 o'clock to unlock you from the stocks and guide you to the woods where you're to spend the night in the nude. While I'm gone, you'll probably find that some of the staff might just happen to stroll across the quad and will take the opportunity to introduce themselves to you. However, you needn't worry about your fellow pupils, for the area will now be out of bounds to them until the morning. See you later!"

Flashmember then departed with Morton, with the Headboy's rigid cock in desperate need of relief from the mouth of his 11 year-old fag, who would be waiting for him in his rooms. The quadrangle also quickly emptied of all of the other many pupils who had come there to watch the recent spectacle.

Flashmember was later proved correct in his assumption that many of the staff would, coincidentally on purpose, find themselves wandering across the quadrangle over the next hour and a quarter, something they only seemed to do when the stocks were in use. However, the Headboy, as he knew he would be, was wrong about the adults introducing themselves.

All of the staff, coming individually, in pairs or in larger groups, spoke only to any companions, as they walked round the still tearful newcomers, closely scrutinising the delectable bodies of Tom and Christopher. These delicious young forms were, of course, still vividly displaying the marks of Flashmember's painful chastisement, which were sometimes now fingered by adult admirers.

Tom and Christopher still exhibited little humiliating erections, which had somehow miraculously been maintained, and the occasional adult finger also reached out to stroke and flick these penile embarrassments. Such sights and experiences subsequently caused most of the staff to leave the quadrangle with the intention of gaining quick relief for their own sexual arousal from their own current boy favourites.

The intimate manual attention briefly applied to their private parts both shocked and shamed Tom and Christopher. However, the boys also noticed that the tingling in their groins simultaneously intensified, whilst their cocks invariably humiliatingly quivered again in instant reaction to the delicate fondling.

Flashmember returned, as promised, at 10 o'clock. All the windows above were now devoid of onlookers, as the time for candles to be doused for years 1 to 8 had passed, and most of the older in-mates of the school had also taken to their beds, although usually not alone.

Whilst Flashmember had been gone, the Headboy had had to sodomise his fag again. The 11 year-old's act of fellatio had, on its own, not been sufficient to satisfy the acute passions accumulated within the 18 year-old's body, as a result of overseeing the first part of the newcomers' initiation.

After walking in the bright moonlight round the naked Tom and Christopher, who were still immobilised in the stocks, for one last visual treat, Flashmember finally released the tear-stained boys from their degrading and discomforting restraints. After subsequently allowing them to rub their arms and legs to remove the intense stiffness that had developed in their limbs as a result of their previous enforced demeaning posture, he subsequently commanded them to "Follow me!"

Tom and Christopher again tried to hide their still amazingly erect little cocks from view with their hands as they complied, and whilst Flashmember guided the naked boys from the quadrangle, along some empty dark corridors inside the main school building and eventually out of the principal entrance. The threesome then walked across a wide playing field, exposing them to a chilly autumnal breeze, which caused goosepimples to return to 10 year-old flesh. Their way was illuminated only by the moonlight but this was sufficiently full to allow them to see where they were going.

The threesome eventually came to the edge of woods, which the smirking Flashmember announced to the boys as "Your bed for the night!" The Headboy added "I suggest that you find somewhere nice to slumber. Don't try to return to the school or sleep anywhere else because, if you're found out, the punishment for not fulfilling the full requirements of the initiation rituals are very severe. Anyway, you're lucky tonight as it's dry and not too cool and the trees will protect you from the breeze."

"When I was initiated," Flashmember ruefully remembered, "the night was rainy and cold!" The Headboy then recommended "Don't try to go too far into the wood because it becomes very dense and also dark, even in this moonlight, and you might have an accident. Morton will come to find you just before 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep well!"

Flashmember then began to make his way back to the school and his quarters, where his room was warmed by a coal fire and his bed by his fag. As he walked, the Headboy took the opportunity to have a quick last glance at the newcomers' nicely patterned bottoms and his cock again grew. He therefore wondered how, on this occasion, he would require his waiting 11 year-old menial to attempt to alleviate the hardness.

Tom and Christopher stared back at the rapidly disappearing Flashmember. Both boys were shivering but mainly from resumed apprehension rather than cold.

"We'll have to do what he says," Tom eventually suggested. "You're right," replied Christopher before asking "but how's your bum? It was very kind of you to sacrifice it to five strokes of the cane to save me from the full punishment."

"That's what friends are for," declared Tom before adding "and anyway I knew from the look in your eyes before the race that you were prepared to do the same for me. However, in answer to your question, my bum's still stinging!" "So's mine," advised Christopher.

Tom then reached out to take his new friend's left hand in his own right hand and suggested "Come on then, let's find our bed and hopefully sleep will cure the pain!"

The two naked boys, still holding hands, subsequently carefully picked their way through the dark entrance to the wood, whilst simultaneously trying to avoid standing on twigs or nettles or encountering bracken. They had to backtrack a few times before they came across a small hollow, covered by the first leaves shed this autumn by nearby deciduous tress and illuminated by a shaft of moonlight filtering through a gap in the covering branches.

"How about this?" asked Tom. "We're unlikely to find anything better in this darkness," answered Christopher.

Tom then knelt in the hollow and commented "It looks as if it's been used for this purpose before, which isn't surprising. You have to remember that sixty or more boys a year have to go through this ridiculous ritual, with the last lot before us doing so only a fortnight ago. Come on, lie next to me!"

Tom then lay face-up on the cool, slightly damp surface, and his goosepimples became more prominent. He subsequently asked sheepishly, after Christopher had joined him, "Would you let me hold you for mutual warmth, as I think that the night'll only become colder." "I was thinking of making the same request," his friend replied and the two boys soon wrapped their arms and legs around each other, whilst smiles suddenly simultaneously returned to their pretty faces.

Tom and Christopher lay together quietly for a while, eyes wide open and whilst listening to the strange sounds and rustles around them and feeling their friend's hard cocks pressed against their bodies. Tom eventually broke the silence by boldly but rather innocently asking "What do you think makes our penises become hard?"

"I don't know," was Christopher's slightly embarrassed reply. "When it does become hard," Tom nevertheless continued remorselessly, now shedding all reticence over the subject, "I get a tingly feeling down there and have a strange urge to rub it." "So do I," confessed his friend, whilst suddenly beginning to warm to the topic.

"However," Tom next proceeded boldly to advise with abandon, "I'd prefer to rub yours!" There was a pregnant silence before he eventually felt his new friend's thumb and forefinger gently grip his little erection and begin to slide themselves up and down.

Tom happily reached for Christopher's erection to return the compliment. The two naked 10 year-olds were soon to experience the pleasure of their first dry orgasms, which enabled them subsequently to drift swiftly into a deep sleep, exhausted by the day's events and whilst their fears about their futures were temporarily forgotten in the midst of their mutual happy embrace.

Chapter 5
Lessons

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

On discovering the entwined and still somnolent Tom and Christopher, Jonathan had not thought that the bodily intimacy of his new friends was strange or shaming. Most of the other newcomers to Sodomhall School had been forced into similar embraces in this wood in order to keep warm during their own initiation two weeks previously. Some boys, including himself and his own newly acquired closest chum, Timothy, had afterwards even furtively maintained their overnight familiarity whenever possible.

Jonathan gently shook Tom and Christopher on the shoulders to wake them and, when the two boys subsequently broke their embrace, they smiled, after glancing down towards their groins, in recognition that their sudden arousal no longer extended to their little cocks, which had returned to flaccidity. Their dormleader then welcomed them to their second day at Sodomhall School by advising "It's time for our morning runs!"

Tom and Christopher stood up, whilst now no longer trying to hide their genitals. After all, Jonathan, plus virtually the whole school, had gained a good view of their sexual organs on the previous evening.

Tom and Christopher then noticed that Jonathan was holding two pairs of underpants. The dormleader explained "They're yours, retrieved from the laundry basket. However, you can't put them on until we reach the door of the main school building. Only then will your initiation be complete. So, let's get going or we'll be late for our runs!"

The two newcomers temporarily used their hands to brush the leaves off their bodies, wincing somewhat when they rubbed the foliage off their still sore and striped bottoms. The trio then walked rapidly across the adjacent dew-covered playing field towards the imposing main entrance of the school. The wet grass returned goosepimples to all three young sublime bodies.

As they neared the double doorway, the threesome observed that the clock above indicated that the time was five minutes before six. They also saw that there were many faces peering out of the multitude of windows along the school's front fa‡ade, of both men and boys.

As the pair of newcomers realised that their naked bodies were again to be viewed by most of the school, they were tempted to move their hands back to genital protection duties, especially as tingling and penile growth returned to their groins in strange reaction. However, Tom suggested instead to Christopher "Let's run the rest of the way to end this ordeal as quickly as possible!" His friend agreed, as did Jonathan, and soon two little bouncing erections were pointing their direction, as the threesome sped for the main doorway.

Once the doorway was reached, Jonathan gave Tom and Christopher their underpants, which possessed on the inside, like the rest of their school uniforms and those of other pupils, a tiny white label indicating the wearer's name and form number in indelible ink. The naked boys were very grateful to redress in the tight skimpy briefs, despite the fact that the garments left little to the imagination in respect of the anatomical parts being covered.

"Sodomhall initiation successfully completed!" Jonathan then declared with a smile, which was reciprocated by Tom and Christopher. "We now have to go to the playing field at the back of the school," the dormleader next advised, "for that's where all pupils except Prefects assemble at 6 o'clock for the morning run."

The threesome now strolled round the exterior of the main school building to the rear playing field, where they were soon joined by almost 600 other similarly scantily clad boys, aged from 10 to 17 from years 1 to 8. Prefects from Adonis House had already taken up positions around the route of the run to prevent cheating.

Flashmember also emerged from the back entrance of the main school building and again shouted, this time quickly and through a megaphone, "Ready, steady, go!" The refrain immediately brought back bad memories to both Tom and Christopher and the dull pain, caused by the five dark red stripes on each of their deliciously curvaceous 10 year-old bottoms, seemed to increase. Nevertheless, they started running along with the others.

All boys now ran relatively slowly across the field towards the far wood on the opposite side of the school complex from the one where the latest newcomers had spent the night. There was soon the usual stationary bottleneck, whilst almost 600 boys funnelled onto a path only about two yards wide, before Tom and Christopher, accompanied by Jonathan, found themselves jogging along the muddy track, which was a well- trodden route that they would follow many times over at least the next eight years.

The threesome was led in front by some 16 year-olds, who quickly outpaced them. They were later overtaken by a number of other older boys, most of them eager to complete the morning preliminaries in order to have breakfast. However, as yet unknown to Tom and Christopher, there were some who were much less keen, as they were actually dreading morning assembly, from which even lateness would not excuse them.

As during the earlier preliminary gathering on the playing field, many participating young runners took the opportunity to ogle the newcomers. Most of the older boys then regretted that they did not have the time or opportunity to acquaint themselves better with Tom and Christopher, in particular with their clearly gorgeous pre-pubescent bodies. However, all of them knew that the delicious forms would undoubtedly be, like certain parts of the school, out of bounds for ordinary pupils, and that the repercussions of disobeying this restriction would be very severe if caught.

Tom and Christopher took forty minutes to complete their run alongside Jonathan and, guided through the maze of corridors by the dormleader, they then had to rush their exhausted bodies to their bathroom for the delights of cold ablutions. Many of the faster 13 and 16 year-olds from Phaeton House, who shared the amenity with the 10 year-olds, had already finished, although a few did dally in order to see the obviously exceptionally beautiful new boys in the nude more closely than they had previously been able to do.

Such boys chose to risk the wrath of the supervising trio of Prefects in order to do so. When not required to guard the route of the morning run, a trio of them were allocated to each of the three House bathrooms to make sure that bathing took place proficiently and without hanky-panky. Most liked the duty because an opportunity was thereby provided for them to check the nude forms of their younger brethren in case any of their otherwise unallocated charges were developing into the types who would find favour in the 18 year-olds' beds.

Tom and Christopher, exhausted from the run and rushed by the shortage of time, followed Jonathan's display of uninhibited bravery and quickly stripped, placed their underpants in the appropriate basket and plunged into one of the cold baths. It was crowded with many other 10 year-olds from their dormitory, plus some older boys.

Most of the boys in the bath were amazingly at least semi- erect, despite the cold water. Tom would take weeks to come to the correct conclusion that such a strange phenomenon appeared to be caused by the narcissistic stimulation provided to pretty boys when they were being seen naked by obvious admirers, whilst also surrounded by many other handsome young nudes. His realisation was to prove to be an early indication of his rapid maturation into pubescence, which was a process that was to be significantly speeded by certain events he was soon to experience.

Some of the libidinous 16 year-olds accidentally-on-purpose brushed their hands against the bare backs of Tom, Christopher and Jonathan, as the older boys eventually reluctantly left the bath to avoid arousing prefectorial suspicions about their lingering. They thereby gained sweet intensification of their erections as reward for their daring, supplementing the joy of seeing close-up the immaculate bodies of the gorgeous youngsters.

After first cleaning their sparkling teeth with their fingers, smeared with the white paste provided for the purpose in large jars, Tom, Christopher and Jonathan speedily washed, with bodies shivering and teeth chattering, and then dried and returned to their dormitory. The three supervisory prefects and the other older boys still present naturally enjoyed the sight of the younger sumptuous bare bodies, as the trio of 10 year-olds proceeded.

Tom, Christopher and Jonathan subsequently redressed swiftly in the freshly laundered uniforms delivered to their dormitory by fellow inhabitants of their room, who had been rostered and excused the morning run in order to do so, and then speeded to the main schoolhall. They arrived at the hatch to collect their filling but unappetising porridge and cup of water just as the school clock chimed 7 o'clock.

All the dishes and cups of all the boys in the hall had been returned to the hatches by twenty past the hour when the headmaster, teachers and physician entered onto the platform, with the exception of the organist who assumed position next to his musical instrument. Dr. Strappem stood at the lectern to deliver his daily sermon, whilst the others on the stage sat on their chairs.

The Headmaster's short monologue concerned the Godliness of being pure in mind and body. The organ then started the music for the opening hymn, which very appropriate for this harvest time of year. When Dr. Strappem heard the refrain "We plough the fields and scatter the good seed on the ground .", he, as usual, substituted certain words in his own mind.

For 'fields', Dr. Strappem mischievously substituted 'boys', whilst he replaced 'on the ground' with 'up their bums'. The Headmaster recognised that the time of year was also appropriate for the harvesting of the latest crop of 10 year- old pupils to please manly cocks as well as farm fare to satisfy stomachs.

A further hymn, the Lord's Prayer and another short prayer, in which Dr. Strappem included a wish for a particularly bountiful harvest, followed before the pupils were allowed to sit back on their benches. The Headmaster then turned his attention to school announcements.

Firstly, Dr. Strappem confirmed the arrival of two new boys. Brown T and West were subsequently commanded to go to stand beside the Headmaster on the platform so that everyone could see the newcomers, even though most present had already happily spied them without the cover of their school uniforms.

The blushing Tom and Christopher were eventually allowed to return to their table and Dr. Strappem continued with some unspectacular news before announcing "Finally, as usual, matters of discipline. The Housemasters have informed me about the serious misbehaviour of ten pupils since yesterday's assembly."

Both Tom and Jonathan immediately gulped in fear that they would be two of the miscreants concerned, given that they had been discovered fighting by a prefect on the previous day. Dr. Strappem then read out a list of six names and ordered them to the platform, whilst also informing them that "As you're the least misbehaved, you can receive your chastisement now!"

Six boys stood up from four benches and walked, with obvious reluctance and apprehension, onto the platform. There were two 16 year-olds, a pair of 15 year-olds, a 13 year-old and a 12 year-old.

"Usual positions!" commanded Dr. Strappem, as the sextet arrived on the platform. The six boys dutifully turned their backs to the watching throng of fellow pupils and bent over, firmly gripping their lower shins.

Dr. Strappem had grouped the pair of 16 year-olds and the two youngest boys together. "Caught as a foursome in the woods, with shorts and underpants round their ankles!" the Headmaster announced to loud giggling from the youthful spectators.

"As you like these garments around your ankles so much," Dr. Strappem continued, whilst displaying a broad smirk on his face, "I shall oblige you by providing you with the pleasure again!" The Headmaster then proceeded to pull down the shorts and underpants of the humiliated and frightened boys, revealing bottoms barely hidden by their shirt-tails.

Dr. Strappem next produced a cane from behind the lectern and took up position behind the first 16 year-old. The Headmaster lifted the boy's shirt-tail and folded it neatly on top of the pupil's back to expose the pleasant naked buttocks underneath.

Dr. Strappem then announced, using a phrase of which Tom and Christopher had not only heard before but also painfully experienced the repercussions, "Each will receive the same number of strokes as the years they have lived." The Headmaster rather hypocritically added "I hope that this well-merited punishment will help them to absorb the wisdom of my earlier sermon about the Godliness of being pure in mind and body!"

Dr. Strappem firmly believed that his pupils should remain relatively chaste by refraining from sexual practices with their peers, as their bodies should be the exclusive preserve of their elders and should be kept pure for such purposes. However, the call to the beds of the staff and prefects only came to the very prettiest and many of those who were neglected became fed up with solo masturbation as a means of gaining sexual relief, particularly with so much young beauty around them. They therefore regularly risked relationships with other boys.

The four boys now being punished considered themselves very unlucky, as what they had been doing in the woods was common practised by other pupils in similar quiet places within the school complex, mainly during the evening or on Sundays. However, the prefects were instructed to perform sporadic spot checks of likely locations for such liaisons and, although most had engaged in such habits themselves, they were expected to find the occasional miscreants or the staff might think that they were failing in their duties.

Some of the more sadistic prefects went about this work with enthusiasm, and the unlucky foursome had been discovered by such an 18 year-old. He had reported the younger boys' offence to their Housemaster, despite being tempted by the offer of enjoying any or all of the defaulters' bodies in return for remaining silent. However, he declined, as two even prettier 12 year-olds were already regularly pleasuring him.

Dr. Strappem landed the first blow from his cane across the quaking 16 year-old's bare bottom. As was the custom, the victim subsequently had to declare the number of the hit and thank the Headmaster for kindly inflicting it across his reddening buttocks.

After Dr. Strappem had eventually delivered the requisite 60 stokes across the four exposed boyish posteriors, his arm was a little weary but not too much so, as he had had years of experience of providing such much-needed lessons to miscreant pupils. The Headmaster had also now been forced to land an extra three blows because the crying 13 year-old forgot to provide the number of hit and associated thanks once, whilst the very upset 12 year-old had repeated this offence twice. The man had additionally happily observed the common phenomenon during beatings of the penises of his young victims becoming embarrassingly erect.

Each quietly sobbing pupil was now allowed to stand, redress and return to their tables after the completion of their punishments, but only after Dr. Strappem had carefully inspected and felt the results of his efforts to improve the boys' sadly reprobate characters. None of the red-faced tearful quartet, now with bottoms displaying a criss-cross pattern of vicious stripes of various dark hues, subsequently sat down with any comfort on their benches.

Dr. Strappem next approached the two remaining 15 year-olds and informed the wider audience "Caught fighting for the second time in a week. Their Housemaster has already chastised them once but sadly to no effect and he has referred them to me."

"I understand," Dr. Strappem added "that their Housemaster allowed the miscreants to wear their shorts when he paddled them. I shall permit no such protection when I now cane them!" The Headmaster then undertook the exposure to general view of the naked bottoms of the two trembling boys, which still exhibited the evidence of earlier punitive attentions, before advising "I think 10 stokes each will be appropriate on this occasion, double if there is a further repeat offence!"

Two bare 15 year-old bottoms then received their appropriate admonition. No-one had bothered to ask why the pupils had been fighting and the boys would have lied if they had been, as they had jealously discovered that they were both sharing the favours of the same 12 year-old.

After the sobbing boys had later returned to sit painfully on their benches, Dr. Strappem walked back to the lectern and placed his cane in its former position. The Headmaster then continued his disciplinary pronouncements by commanding a very pretty blushing 11 year-old to stand.

"This miscreant wets his bed regularly," Dr. Strappem informed the chortling audience, "which is a practice that has not been stopped by earlier chastisement by his Housemaster or, on this platform, by myself. The boy consequently obviously requires some private tuition to learn to control his bodily systems correctly. You will therefore report to my study at 7 o'clock tonight. Meanwhile, as we don't want you repeating your mishaps in the expensive uniform that I kindly provide for you to wear, you will return the garments to your wardrobe after assembly and report to your class without them!"

Dr. Strappem naturally did not advise his audience of the doctor's prognosis in respect of the young pupil's problem. The physician suspected that the regular sexual and other attentions, which the highly attractive boy was receiving from his Housemaster, were probably causing the child's embarrassing accidents.

Having instructed the now tearful 11 year-old, who was to spend the rest of the day shamefully naked, to sit down again, Dr. Strappem ordered another two boys to stand. Tom and Christopher were immediately relieved that the 8th and 9th names announced were not their own because, with only one to come, this meant that their fight of the previous day was being dealt with in-House.

"Theft," the Headmaster thundered to the two petrified 14 year-olds, "will not be tolerated, and you evil miscreants were caught eating morsels of food whilst on kitchen duty. You will therefore be placed at 7 o'clock this evening unclothed in the stocks to receive from the Headboy a comprehensive strapping across the full rear of your bodies and then be left in the same position in the quad overnight!"

Flashmember, who was sitting at year 9's table, immediately smiled because the two boys, despite not being any of the staff favourites, were nevertheless quite attractive. The Headboy rather liked the idea of flogging their exposed backs, buttocks and rear legs, and also fancied the notion of later quietly sodomising them whilst they spent the night still confined in the stocks.

A tremulous 13 year-old from Phaeton House was next on his feet. "This wicked miscreant," Dr. Strappem now yelled with fury, "has been caught running away for the second time!"

"The brat's supposedly sickening for a home he hasn't seen for three years," Dr. Strappem venomously added, "but he should know that attempts to escape from here are useless. No-one goes far in this remote bleak area, and the sparse population know that it is in their and the runaways' best interests to return such confused youngsters to our kind care whenever found!" The Headmaster did not mention that local people also received rewards for delivering such boys back to the school, which were small but nevertheless valuable to poor peasantry.

"I was assured by your stepfather in a letter, written after I informed him about your first attempt to escape home," Dr. Strappem continued, "that, even if you had miraculously succeeded in achieving your aim, you would have been immediately returned. I informed you of this fact then but neither that nor your subsequent experience in the stocks seems to have dissuaded you from retrying. We'll therefore see whether a week in the cellars will make future similar adventures unattractive. Your House prefects will make sure that you report there after assembly!"

The horrified 13 year-old immediately burst into tears, and Dr. Strappem was vengefully pleased with the boy's reaction. The reason for the pupil's homesickness and runaway attempts mainly centred on the fact that he had been one of the sadistic Headmaster's favourites for the past year, after his young beauty had really blossomed.

Dr. Strappem had not yet managed to break the boy's will fully, as was evidenced by the failed escapes, despite subjecting him to many indignities and much pain. However, the Headmaster believed that a week spent in the dreaded cellars should finally do the trick.

Dr. Strappem's contentment with the 13 year-old's reaction was only shared by the staff and prefects, who were immune from the horrors inflicted within the confines of the school cellars. All of the others present in the hall were terrified of the underground chambers, except for Tom and Christopher, who had still to be appraised about the dreadful happenings that took place there.

Tom and Christopher, who had been appalled at the humiliating and vicious punishments being meted out for what they considered trivial offences, were to remain ignorant about the goings-on in the school cellars for a while longer. They asked Jonathan about the matter after assembly had been discharged but their dormleader had been reluctant to answer.

Jonathan appreciated that Tom and Christopher were still coming to terms with the frightful nature of existence in Sodomhall School. The dormleader therefore considerately and maturely did not want to impose too many scares on his new friends in a short space of time, which might mentally harm them. He thought it best that they learn only gradually about the full terrors of the world in which they now lived.

Jonathan instead fibbed that he did not know what happened in the school cellars, as he escorted Tom and Christopher to their classroom and the two front desks, adjacent to each other, which they had been allocated by the Form-master to the two new boys. The whole form also soon gathered and eventually Mr. Younglove too arrived.

"Good morning, boys!" Younglove said. The teacher then received back from all the 10 year-olds in his class a "Good morning, Form-master!"

Younglove then lied "I didn't see you returning my greeting, Jones D." The boy, whom the teacher had targeted for seduction, nervously replied "But I did, Form-master!"

"Stop lying, Jones D," Younglove instructed before suggesting "as you know what I do to liars. You have offended again and the lesson isn't even a minute old. I'll have to beat your bottom once more in another attempt to try to teach you manners. This time I'll use a strap and deprive you of any cushioning protection from your underpants!"

The boy, whose backside was still very sore from the previous day's caning, pleaded "Please, Form-master, I did greet you, honestly." Younglove responded "You're just making matters worse for yourself, Jones D, by speaking without permission and continuing to lie. I was going to give you ten strokes of the strap but I'll now make it twenty. However, as this will be too many to apply to such a young tender bottom as yours, particularly after yesterday's deserved admonishment, I'll also target your bare back. However, I haven't time to punish you now. Report to my rooms this evening at 8 o'clock!"

Younglove set this particular time because he wanted first to watch the Headboy's earlier strapping of the 11 year-old food thieves to further stimulate his sexual appetites. The Form- master had sprung his trap and his hidden cock was already rigid at the thought of finally ensnaring his young prey.

The poor, terrified, very pretty 10 year-old, Jones D, would worry all day about the impending punishment but, when he finally arrived at the appointed time in the Form-master's quarters, he would be offered an alternative method of apologising for his fictional misdemeanour. The proposal would be linked to a tempting promise of greater mercy towards any future lapses in conduct and would involve remaining overnight in the teacher's rooms. Younglove liked compliance when he deflowered a virginal boy.

Younglove now happily settled into conveying the lesson, with pleasant thoughts about the night of bliss ahead occasionally passing through his mind. The Form-master's contentment was increased by viewing the beautiful newcomers to his class, to whom he had deliberately allocated desks at the front to enhance the local scenery.

Meanwhile, Tom's mind was partly occupied with concern that he and Jonathan still had to pay for yesterday's tussle. He occasionally pondered in what form such disturbing payment might be exacted.

The rest of the morning, which Younglove spent introducing his young pupils to the delights of English and Latin grammar, followed by mathematics, finally passed uneventfully, as did the midday meal at 12 o'clock. Most of the 16 Phaeton boys in class stuck together afterwards on a side playing field to play a type of tag game, called 'filching', which was a traditional pastime at the school amongst pre-pubescent boys in years 1 and 2.

Both Tom and Christopher were at first worried that, in order to catch his targets, the boy declared to be the 'hunter' had to grab the genitals of the others. However, in the event, they found the activity strangely both exciting and pleasurable.

The highlight for Tom and Christopher was actually when the hunter succeeded in capturing them, within the permitted tight perimeters of the space allocated to the game, and they had their already tingly sexual organs, hidden under their tight black shorts, delightfully fondled. In fact, so much did all of the young participants enjoy the pastime that most of the boys, who had to retire after being caught, carried on with their own private versions.

Two full games were completed before 1 o'clock arrived and the boys had to return to class. However, Tom's euphoria at having indulged in such an exhilarating pastime was to have a painful consequence, as he was soon daydreaming at his desk about the lovely feelings he had just experienced in his groin.

Younglove happily noticed and proved Tom's distraction by asking the new boy a question relating to what the teacher had just said. Naturally and rather unfortunately, the 10 year-old was unable to answer.

Younglove immediately ordered the now frightened Tom to his feet. "I hope, Brown T," the Form-master commented, "that I'm not going to encounter similar problems with you as I have done with Jones D. Hold out your right hand, palm upwards and flat!"

Tom complied with rightful anxiety and reluctance, as Younglove picked up a wooden 12-inch ruler. "I hope, Brown T," the Form-master then remarked, "that this will be all that will be required to gain your interest in future!"

Younglove subsequently struck the ruler hard across Tom's palm. The boy yelped in pain and removed his stinging manual appendage to the left of his chest, holding it protectively against his body with his other hand.

"I didn't tell you to remove your hand," Younglove observed, whilst feigning annoyance at this rather common and natural reaction, "so bring it back to its former position at once, as I haven't finished. I was only going to strike you twice, as it's your first offence, but I'll double that for your presumption!"

"If you remove your hand again," Younglove added, "I'll further redouble the number of blows!" However, such extra retribution did not become due, as Tom somehow now managed to keep his palm in place in order to receive the remaining three hits, whilst amidst his excruciation his sensuous hazel eyes filled with tears.

Younglove was later happy to note that the young miscreant's palm had become nicely reddened by the time that he had finished. "Sit down, Brown T," the Form-master then ordered, "and pay attention or it'll be the cane on your bottom next time."

Younglove subsequently tried to catch Tom out on a further couple of occasions when he thought that the boy's thoughts might have drifted again. However, the Form-master was to be disappointed, as the 10 year-old had obeyed his order to concentrate on the lesson.

Caesar's campaigns and the geography of Europe occupied the afternoon until the class was dismissed to return to their dormitories to prepare for the gymnasium. However, Flashmember was waiting outside and intercepted Tom and Christopher.

"No gymnastics for you two today, Brown T and West," Flashmember informed Tom and Christopher, "because, as I told you yesterday, the school doctor wants to perform your health checks. I'll take you to his rooms now, so follow me!"

Tom and Christopher obeyed and, as they proceeded, a smirking Flashmember advised "By the way, Brown T, your dormitory Prefect informs me that you and Morton have been naughtily fighting. As it's the first report on you both, I shan't inform the Housemaster about the incident but shall instead punish you both myself!"

"I'm to strap the food thieves publicly in the quad at 7 o'clock," Flashmember added, "so you and Morton can report to my rooms an hour later for your own private beatings. I do hope that my right arm will not subsequently be over-stressed with all this sadly necessary work!"

Tom did not appreciate Flashmember's attempt at humour and his body instead experienced a shiver on hearing of the punishment to come. The boy had not yet been at Sodomhall School for two days but already his naked bottom had been agonisingly caned in the quadrangle, his palm had been painfully hit with a ruler and he had spent the intervening night in the nude in the woods. Now, he could look forward to another beating before the sun set.

As Flashmember guided Tom and Christopher along yet another mystifying myriad of corridors and stairwells, the Headboy also informed the newcomers, with deliberate mischief, "By the way, the school doctor has a lucrative professional sideline, which he performs for local estate-owners and farmers. I'm also sure that he'd love to punish naughtily deviant boys by perpetrating the same act on them!"

"Oh, what's that, Sir?" Tom asked tentatively, although he was unsure whether he really wanted to know. "He gelds cattle and horses," Flashmember answered, whilst recognising from the instant fear evident in the sensuous eyes of the two very pretty boys accompanying him that, despite their tender ages, they knew what a gelding had lost.

The threesome, including the worried Tom, who was still fretting about his punishment due later, then eventually arrived at the rooms of the school physician.

A sign on the door indicated that the man's name as 'Dr. Ballsoff'.

Chapter 6
Examinations

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Tom and Christopher were immediately shocked to discover that the Doctor was currently attending to a naked young patient, a handsome 14 year-old, who was strapped face-up and spreadeagled to a leather examination couch. "Ah," declared Ballsoff, on observing the two young boys in Flashmember's company, "these must be Brown T and West. I've been looking forward to meeting you both personally. However, just bear with me for a moment until I finish!"

"This young miscreant from your own House," the Doctor announced, "has been sent to me for frequently soiling the Housemaster's...er...sorry...I mean his own bedclothes with involuntary penile emissions. I'm therefore examining his penis to see exactly how much it can produce."

Ballsoff happily held up a glass jar which was half full of white liquid. "I've been masturbating him," the Doctor subsequently advised "on the hour, every hour, since breakfast and he's not failed to produce!"

Both Tom and Christopher were not sure what 'masturbating' meant. However, they now guessed correctly from their experiences of the last day or so, and from observing that the 14 year-old's rigid cock was as red as his face, as the Doctor continued to rub.

The presence of three new young spectators seemed to energise the 14 year-old penis further and the experimental subject was soon raising his bottom from the couch and adding a fresh contribution to the jar. "Remarkable," declared the Doctor, "that's the eighth ejaculation today. I wonder how many more times he'll be able to produce the stuff. I'll be up all night and so will his penis at this rate!"

"I'm afraid," the Doctor added, "that the only practical cure for this malady might be physical admonition of his genitals whenever they misbehave, plus enforced celibacy, using some form of chastity belt. Ideally, the surgery that I inflict on cattle and horses would be preferable but I'm sure there would be objections to me gelding the brat!"

Tom and Christopher both immediately remembered Flashmember's earlier words about the Doctor probably possessing an inherent desire to geld pupils. They therefore quietly prayed that Ballsoff would never be provided with the opportunity. However, what neither young newcomer knew was that castration was increasingly being proposed by some physicians of the period, who were deeply imbued by so-called fundamental Christian ethics, as an ideal cure for evil addiction to self-abuse through masturbation, which supposedly inflicted certain boys. Worse still, such views were supported by a few parents and guardians.

Ballsoff, after washing his hands in a nearby sink, now turned his attention to the new boys by commanding "Right, come forward, Brown T and West, so that I can get a good look at you." Tom and Christopher complied and the Doctor then slowly strolled round them, gaining full appreciation of their sweet clothed forms and looking forward to viewing soon the uncovered variety.

Ballsoff eventually held each boy by his chin and moved their heads from side to side, as he studied their sublime facial features. The Doctor followed this up with a check of the temperature of Tom and Christopher, undertaken by placing his right palm on their foreheads. He completed his preliminary examination by inspecting their perfect white teeth.

"Right," Ballsoff then ordered, with undisguised relish, "off with your clothes, as I need to examine your naked bodies. Place your garments neatly on the floor. It's been cleaned as usual this morning by my young pupil assistant." He did not add that the 11 year-old concerned had completed his morning chores after spending the night, as usual, in the Doctor's bed.

The faces of Tom and Christopher became as red as that of the pupil still strapped to the couch, as they slowly and reluctantly began to unbutton their shirts. Meanwhile, Ballsoff sat on a chair next to the young bound patient to observe the stimulating spectacle. As the Doctor did so, he also noticed that the now flaccid cock of the adjacent 14 year-old was beginning to harden again whilst he too watched the new boys disrobing.

"Remarkable!" Ballsoff repeated, whilst his own cock, hidden under his trousers and gown, grew in sympathy. The manly shaft was to continue to increase in size, as Tom and Christopher placed their shirts on the floor, followed by their shoes, socks and shorts. The adult erection eventually became full when underpants were finally removed and the boys stood naked before him, hands shyly shielding their private parts.

"Right, Brown T," a very happy Ballsoff next commanded, "you first. Come to me!"

Tom reluctantly obeyed, with his hesitation compounded by knowledge that Ballsoff was ominously a friend of a friend of his hated uncle. The Doctor immediately reached out for the boy's left hand, which he proceeded to examine carefully, checking the clean neatly trimmed fingernails before progressing to the rest of the now outstretched arm.

Ballsoff subsequently placed Tom's left palm on top of the neat silky straight brown hair of the boy's head, telling him to keep his hand there. The Doctor then proceeded to conduct a similar inspection of the right upper limb, which in the process deprived a nicely excited little 10 year-old cock of its former manual covering.

Having subsequently forced Tom's right hand to rest next to the left on the boy's own head, Ballsoff continued his meticulous and, for him, highly stimulating intimate visual and manual check of the new pupil's beautiful body, turning the delightful form around when the sides and rear required his attention. The 10 year-old's embarrassing little erection, the sight of which delighted the Doctor immensely, eventually quivered noticeably when, amidst the humiliating procedure, he was bent over so that the physician could verify the child's currently maintained anal virginity.

Ballsoff reserved the delights of Tom's genitalia for last. "Did you know, Brown T," the Doctor asked as he weighed the deeply humiliated boy's scrotum in the palm of his right hand, "that I am acquainted with a friend of your guardian?"

"I had been told, Doctor," Tom nervously replied, whilst his facial blush achieved an even deeper hue. "Well," Ballsoff continued, with a sudden rather sinister tone in his voice, "he's asked me to take extra special care of you!"

Ballsoff then squeezed Tom's nicely hung rotund scrotum, causing the boy to wince and utter a loud anguished "Oh!" "I'm sorry," the Doctor responded, albeit without much conviction, as he reduced the painful pressure on the 10 year-old's testes, "if that hurt but now please cough!"

Ballsoff now shocked Tom further by concluding his genital examination by masturbating the ashamed and now almost traumatised boy. "Do you ever do this yourself, Brown T?" the Doctor queried, as he proceeded.

Tom stuttered truthfully "No .D .Doctor." "Well, don't be tempted," advised Ballsoff hypocritically, as he continued to rub the boy's small erection, "because it's a nasty naughty habit that reduces life essences and makes people tired and unproductive!"

Tom next uttered another "Oh!" but not with pain. The boy's body simultaneously visibly shuddered, and a little drop of colourless liquid fell from his engorged cockhead. "No semen yet, then," declared Ballsoff, as he now stood to wash his hands at the sink.

"I'll want to monitor the development of your genitals on a regular basis, Brown T, including your progress towards producing semen through masturbation," Ballsoff informed the bemused and embarrassed Tom, whilst then telling a falsehood in explanation. "You have a larger than normal scrotum for a boy of your tender years," the Doctor lied, "so I'll need to keep a watch on your sexual organs to make sure that there's nothing untoward!" In fact, the physician just liked fondling the private parts of exceptionally pretty pupils.

Ballsoff regained his seat and, after taking in one final view of the gorgeous and deeply abashed young naked form in front of him, advised "You may redress, Brown T, as otherwise you seem fine." The Doctor then happily commanded of the similarly highly attractive and nude Christopher, whom he excitedly was to examine next, "Now, young West, come here!"

The redressed Tom and Christopher, still feeling the shock resulting from their latest humiliation subsequently left Ballsoff's rooms with Flashmember just before the school clock chimed 4. The Headboy's hidden cock had fully appreciated the last hour.

Flashmember returned the two newcomers to their classroom to join up with the rest of the form, who had recently been to the gymnasium. Before departing, the Headboy reminded Tom "Don't forget, you and Morton are to come to my rooms at 8 o'clock!" The 10 year-old again shivered in response.

The next two hours were spent learning about Socrates, Plato and Aristotle before class was dismissed for the day and most of the pupils made their way to the main hall for their evening stew. However, Tom was ominously ordered by Younglove to remain behind.

"Now, Brown T," announced the Form-master, sinisterly holding in his hand the 12-inch ruler with which he had hit the boy earlier, "let's see whether you have really learnt to pay attention. One stroke of this implement for every question you answer incorrectly!"

Younglove then conducted his examination of Tom's knowledge by asking the scared boy twenty questions relating to the day's lessons. The Form-master was rather disappointed to discover that the 10 year-old only responded incorrectly only four times.

Nevertheless, the four hard stinging strokes of the ruler across Tom's right palm added nicely to the existing redness, and set up the evening pleasantly for Younglove, who now happily contemplated Jones D's later arrival in his rooms.

Tom was finally released from class to consume his evening stew, although the recent beating of his hand and the as yet unknown chastisement to come from Flashmember again rendered his appetite poor. Afterwards, he returned with Christopher and Jonathan and five other roommates to his dormitory, just as the school clock was chiming 7 o'clock.

"Where are the others?" Tom asked Jonathan, whilst noticing that eight of the boys from his dormitory and whilst also examining his sore hand. "They've been assigned chores," replied the dormleader, "but I don't know why they've been chosen and not us."

"What would normally happen now if we didn't have an appointment with Flashmember?" continued the inquisitive Tom, in respect of his first night due to be spent in the dormitory, as opposed to wood, and whilst attempting to disguise his apprehension at what the assignation with the Headboy would entail. "I believe that eventually we'll all be given chores of some kind," Jonathan answered, whilst trying to hide his own fears, "as well as, when we're more settled in, private study to perform before candles out at 10 o'clock. However, until that happens, there's nothing in particular to do other than talk and play."

"We could watch the food thieves being strapped," suggested Christopher unthinkingly. He subsequently quickly realised his mistake by noticing the looks of consternation that immediately appeared on the faces of his two new friends, to whom the scene would obviously be too reminiscent of their own impending punishment at Flashmember's eager hands. "Or perhaps not!" he therefore then said belatedly and rather sheepishly.

Tom proceeded with his questioning by asking "Do we have to stay in the dormitory?" "No," replied Jonathan, "we are allowed on the playing fields until dark and can exercise in the gymnasium if we want, as long as there's no other evening activities taking place there. However, it's already pretty gloomy, and I've had enough of the gym for one day. I also think that something happens there at this time every week."

"Exactly a week ago," Jonathan advised, "I went with my other friend, Timothy, to see what might take place in the gym of an evening. We popped our heads round the doors and were quickly chased away by some staff, but not before we saw that they and the twenty or so boys who were with them were all naked."

"Wow!" Tom responded to the revelation, "I wonder if that was what Flashmember meant when he told us that the word 'gymnasium' comes from ancient Greece, and that sometimes the exercises both in the gym and outside are conducted, for a certain group of elite boys, as they were in the original gymnasia!" His two companions then joined him in blushing at the thought.

The boys' chatter eventually became less fulsome as the school clock struck the half hour. Conversation ended completely when the quarter hour before their appointment with Flashmember chimed and Tom and Jonathan reluctantly left the dormitory to stand early outside the Headboy's rooms. As they departed, Christopher, lost for appropriate sympathetic words, instead rather incongruously wished them "Good luck!"

Tom's bottom was still sore from his humiliating experience in the quadrangle on the previous evening. He now wondered how much more his posterior would hurt after Flashmember had inflicted his punishment.

Tom's buttocks clamped together in trepidation.

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